Summer 2005
Bergman’s The Silence by Kenneth Pobo Outside an old hotel, tanks and trucks rattle. In their room, his mother wants him around, doesn’t want him around. He hears his dying aunt hoist her body. His childhood: closing doors, secrets, sounds he doesn’t understand. Silence ticks, could go off any minute. That train he’s catching – where does it lead?
Untitled #10 by Jason Brindel
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