Mrs. Eszter feels like she is another metaphor for the state. Tearing down everything in its path on its mission to the intended end. Careless to any despair left in its wake.
She lays in her bed after indulging in grotesque hedonism - the sleeping giant. The mice slowly cross the room, careful not to wake her, hyper-aware that something unsettling is present. She is the state. The mice are the people.
Brilliant.
— Dec 21, 2025 01:03PM
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