Delicate and devastating but also subtly radical in its tenderness of allowing adolescence feel ordinary and unburdened, even as the weight of a colonial system quietly shapes everything around it. There's so much purity in these people who are born into nothing, promised nothing, and still trying to leave something behind for the next one. I think I'm mostly impressed by the sincere sentimentality that it has despite all the struggles it depicts, though everything here is just naturally exquisite, so achingly beautiful both thematically and emotionally.

Strange and heightened for sure.

This legit pissed me off cause how do you embark on a promising, suspenseful, mind bending, and mysterious atmospheric journey where nothing is quite as it seems, only to have deeply illogical and absurd plot developments? Come on KK.