It's all in the title.
Emma.
Her crucifixion.
And an event that should have been shocking – should still BE shocking – just kind of happening.
Emma recounts her story with a graceful yet awkward calm.
Unlike Lovecraft with his "I must write my account before evil breaks down the door" urgency, Emma has time.
She and Prillaman insulate us from the horror while stealthily enveloping us in it, making us helplessly complicit in her fate.
It resonates. It sticks.
Like Emma, you're not sure what happened...
You just know that it has.
And that it still is.
Uniquely unsettling!
It's all in the title.
Emma.
Her crucifixion.
And an event that should have been shocking – should still BE shocking – just kind of happening.
Emma recounts her story with a graceful yet awkward calm.
Unlike Lovecraft with his "I must write my account before evil breaks down the door" urgency, Emma has time.
She and Prillaman insulate us from the horror while stealthily enveloping us in it, making us helplessly complicit in her fate.
It resonates. It sticks.
Like Emma, you're not sure what happened...
You just know that it has.
And that it still is.
Uniquely unsettling!