After all these years, I still haven’t encountered a single portrait of a person, let alone another writer, as otherworldly, and sensitive as this one. The eyes are enough.
This is happening right now in New York.
Thousands of people transferring their sins into live chickens. Then the chickens are slaughtered and sent to the same stores as any other chicken.
Someone is eating a bird a stranger used as a vessel for their guilt. 🧵 (film link in thread)