Sunday, 7 September 2014
Under the Skin (2013)
Why would a species so self-obsessed, so superficial and so consumed with hate and jealousy on one hand care about the life of a dog or a complete stranger on the other?
Why do we crave companionship and are so afraid of being alone, yet seek isolation?
Why do we need to be told we are important and that we matter when we are just one of 7 billion other humans?
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