As a grieving family gathers home on the eve of a dear neighbor’s funeral, a mother tries to restrain her existential rage after her husband makes a crushing confession of infidelity.
Compromise is inherent to the human condition because we are social beings. Life is an intricate web of a “yes” also meaning a “no,” going full speed around a multipronged roundabout. However, obtaining some sense of peace in this world requires an acceptance of life’s vastness, and taking the reins on our own autonomy. We have the power to constantly challenge our way of seeing + experiencing. If we fail to do this, we can become bitter about our stagnancy. We are quick to label what is "good" and "bad" in a world where we are consuming information more than we are experiencing connection. We are becoming more isolated from the human context that comes along with a thought, belief or experience. I grew up in a small, rural and intimate world, where people lives crossed paths consistently. Humanity was impossible to ignore. When the world is that small, things feel so permanent. That permanence can foster resentment, feelings of isolation and a desire for a more anonymous life. A life where we are free to live in our complexity, start fresh. Do we lose ourselves when we diminish our complexities: our messiness, our badness? I believe we stop evolving.