the vibe this book gives off is pure oppression. It helps that it's titled Silence because the timbre of the writing in my mind feels very much like the calm before the storm. When the air is too still and the field and the beasts are way too quiet. I feel Sebastien's confusion and his questioning. Is he really processing this? Being written as journal articles, it seems so objective. Like all the emotion has been drained and all we're left with is fact. There's no feeling. It's completely numb. And maybe that's the existence Sebastien has come. Numbness. Just like the faces of the Japanese. It makes me question myself. How I'd be in his shoes. Would have any feeling toward this? Or would my desensitizing sense of duty override my emotions? I really don't know.
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