No way to drown out the vulnerability. But hiding is possible. Anger is only the top of too boiled soup. Bubbling. Beneath is, always, fear. And generalized depictions. Estranged, momentarily, by strong diagonal lines. Invading gaze through imperceptible glass. No way in, but to look.
I like to be reminded that I’m listening to or reading or watching a story. The breaks keep from getting too caught up. Distraction is fine. Too much make-believe makes reality too bright. Or too dim. Either way, something that can’t be lived up to.
Above, and slightly removed. Or perpendicular to those on screen.