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A fragmented, darkly comic meditation on aging, memory, and bodily shame, tracing a life shaped by cuts both literal and historical. Moving between childhood trauma, exile, and return, it weaves private vulnerability with inherited wounds, asking how violence, silence, and loss lodge themselves in the body—and how, if ever, they can be laid to rest.
Zvi Jagendorf
Jan 19
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