holy fucking catfish. part of me actually believe sylvia was going to live. when she ‘got to her parents’ and lifted her shirt, i genuinely wanted to cry. it was a mixture of disturbing but also a realisation that it often wasn’t objective at that time. the whole time i could imagine the neighbour’s regret. the regret when you realise that you were only inches away from a dying girl and didn’t do a single thing to help her. i especially sympathise with the reverend who had merely only good intentions yet caused more crimson rage to gerdie upon sylvia’s death. how exactly she got let out on parole is only disgusting and evil. how and why would you let her out.
holy fucking catfish. part of me actually believe sylvia was going to live. when she ‘got to her parents’ and lifted her shirt, i genuinely wanted to cry. it was a mixture of disturbing but also a realisation that it often wasn’t objective at that time. the whole time i could imagine the neighbour’s regret. the regret when you realise that you were only inches away from a dying girl and didn’t do a single thing to help her. i especially sympathise with the reverend who had merely only good intentions yet caused more crimson rage to gerdie upon sylvia’s death. how exactly she got let out on parole is only disgusting and evil. how and why would you let her out.
