Extreme human misery is bouncing around in this small town. Good people spitting fire at each other. It’s so hard and so moving to see kindness still shines in abyss.
I shed tears several times. When Mildred was reading the letter, when Dickson willingly got punched to acquire DNA, when the Dwarf left the restaurant almost crying, when Mildred climbed on the burning billboard despite the lickering fire.
Human misery wasn’t meant to be understood by others. It should have passed as time goes. But it never really passes. Time is an illusion and we’re never heal. We just hide. Billboards stood up as a bridge connecting people, reminding people, brushing up their wounds every day.
I can still hear the beautiful symphony playing while the police station is set on fire. Peace versus violence. Chaos versus order. Hope versus despair. Mildred is dragging everyone in the town with a consciousness down to hell. But there is finally another side to it. Wound can be healed. In people’s work together, there is the sprout of hope.