I have officially lost my mind.
It’s terrible to imagine so much sorrow crammed into such a small village. The despair must have been inescapable.
The colors of mourning, symbolizing innocence and purity, were an unrelenting white.
The cacophony of 30 girls 12 feet down a sewage vault screaming for help....
Feelings of the uncanny emerge when something long comfortable and familiar to us becomes alien and we lose certainty in our perception of reality, filling us with dread, horror, and fear. The familiar is strange, and the strange is familiar.