parts were very abstract, parts were more concrete and allowed me experience some emotions. towards the end i had the feeling of... autism... of a boy with autism, lost in his own world, feeling a pain beyond the type that we normally know... the pain of being alone, and not able to communicate the way we need to.
of course, that ws my interpretation. :)
i enjoyed it, nontheless. i did find the second half to be mor relatable than the first half though
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There is so much mobbing going on between kids at schools and playgrounds. Often the bullies do not stop to think what they are doing, so pain becomes abstract to them. May be the bullies are the autists here because they do not have the ability to empathize?
,,,abstract pain,,,interesting choice of words. pain that we cant empathize with ??... i like that this alone is open to many interpretations. ,,,the soft tissues of heart... i read this as a sensitive nature. i picture a young soul, bullied by someone, almost crushed, dutifully facing whatever the day and the offender(s) have to offer. there is much here that needs no words. you have observed the silent unobserved and made us see him. well done.
so much pain and feelings of being alone even in a crowd. "We can ask the boy, a minor" children can often inflict pain and be very cruel to one another and they also suffer intolerable amounts of mental and physical abuse from ones who claim to love them. A cruel world....a cold and cruel world.
parts were very abstract, parts were more concrete and allowed me experience some emotions. towards the end i had the feeling of... autism... of a boy with autism, lost in his own world, feeling a pain beyond the type that we normally know... the pain of being alone, and not able to communicate the way we need to.
of course, that ws my interpretation. :)
i enjoyed it, nontheless. i did find the second half to be mor relatable than the first half though
hugs
life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..