…my conscience aches for the stones…I’ve heard them cry their stonely cries, seen the granites white-hot weeping…I’ve been troubled by their pains. In the name of Things, I want peace. I will be done with my displays. There is protection from nearly everything…but there is no protection from mankind…How terror blasts in, how horror blasts out. How grim it always is, one’s detonation.
The au pair found that she lit her candle not in remembrance of those that she lost, but to atone for the moments she didn’t remember them. Those most recent moments where she’d even been happy to have forgotten them.
Everyone who is a fan of Mike Flanagan has the one show or movie that just rips you apart. For many that was Midnight Mass. For others, The Life of Chuck. This is the one for me. Almost every episode…
