‘Communion’ is a Stark Picture of Familial Isolation
A young brother begs recognition from his sister. He moans. He cries. He pleads his existence to the lethargic lump of flesh falling into the bright abyss of her phone. She hears nothing, she says. Only the air. “I am not the air,” he responds. “I have arms, legs. I have a head and a torso.” Her blank stare only becomes more purposeful. He crawls as far…
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