Per finta
The grown-ups are not there. The children play, they act. The script they enact through mimicry is the world that is raising them. It is a frightening, cruel world: it is us. But they are only pretending.
The grown-ups are not there. The children play, they act. The script they enact through mimicry is the world that is raising them. It is a frightening, cruel world: it is us. But they are only pretending.
