It's why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own inability to avoid them and these films are about us, not them. There's far more meat on the bones of the latter, far more juicy interpretation to get our teeth into. The first zombie is by comparison thin and one dimensional and ironically, it is down to all the exercise.
Absolutely devout in her complete care of my body, she had only taught me to be weak and voiceless. But I had unlearned that lesson. Our enmeshment no longer felt to me like proof of love. I was no longer willing to permit this silencing. Helplessness didn't have to be my identity, I wasn't condemned to it. I was willing__ble__o change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed her to help me, to take care of things for me__nd to save me__ut, back in the home where I'd learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.
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Absolutely devout in her complete care of my body, she had only taught me to be weak and voiceless. But I had unlearned that lesson. Our enmeshment no longer felt to me like proof of love. I was no longer willing to permit this silencing. Helplessness didn't have to be my identity, I wasn't condemned to it. I was willing__ble__o change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed her to help me, to take care of things for me__nd to save me__ut, back in the home where I'd learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.
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