Three people, one house, and one pursuit of an ordinary human life, whatever that is. Whatever human is. Is it blending in, or defining Us and Them? Staying to stand up for yourself, or running away? Joining when somebody invites you, or separating yourself? Loving, or hating? The line between human and horror becomes less solid every day, leaving each of the three to become more unsure whether to be proud of who they are, or ashamed of those things they hate to show the world. But in the end, aren't all these things they achieve the heights and depths of what it means to be human?
( don't go out tonight, cause its bound to take your life. there's a bad moon on the rise. )
( don't go out tonight, cause its bound to take your life. there's a bad moon on the rise. )
