Somehow, it's been just over a year since that horrific date and everything we were worried about is coming to fruition. I love Lynett's use of time and rewinding for the character to try and fix things and make it better, yet they still coming to the same hopeless conclusion where nothing can really be done. It's easy to say let's do xyz, so we're ready; however, it's a privileged stance to take as Bec so eloquently explained in the story. I think a lot of us are so fucking tired.
Somehow, it's been just over a year since that horrific date and everything we were worried about is coming to fruition. I love Lynett's use of time and rewinding for the character to try and fix things and make it better, yet they still coming to the same hopeless conclusion where nothing can really be done. It's easy to say let's do xyz, so we're ready; however, it's a privileged stance to take as Bec so eloquently explained in the story. I think a lot of us are so fucking tired.