Yesterday, 02:42 PM
Before I comment do know that I am not qualified to comment but want to comment. Your piece is like a witnes to a comet almost laughing and dissapointing at watching something burn. I sense an underlying anger present somewhere am not qualified to presume. I dont see real layering but feel judgement to those you speak of and something else which I cant pinpoint. The piece makes me feel something you would feel if you was a bird looking down at something you dont like. You being the bird and me being the reader.