Last weekend, I watched the film of this book.
It was 3 quid in Tesco.
Since watching it, I found my thoughts are haunted by undercurrents of despair.
Here are depicted human lives of suppressed anguish without rebellion. Their one hope, a false hope, is of salvation by true love, verified through art.
This is not a warning nor yet an allegory. It is a model, a simplified representation of our own spiritual reality.
On the other hand, given my passing thoughts of hopelessness and despair are unutterably trivial when viewed from the vastness of space or the depths of time, it’s time to cheer up. The paintings were done on the iPad in response to the film.