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The Handmaid's Tale
Episode 3
In an age where women are reduced to reproductive tools
Lesbians punished with endless torture
When the door slammed shut, we took the final ride
Even if the body is imprisoned, I will hold your hands
Even if the voice is banned, I will confess to you with my eyes
Even if this society seems like a low-toned and gloomy painting, only the power of black, the indifference of white, and the handmaiden of red, when your forehead is pressed against my fingertips, my world begins to light up.
How shall I say goodbye to you, my love,
Gently rub your temples with the palm of your hand, kiss your fingertips,
I used to yearn for the day when the ears and temples were rubbed together, and the piano and the melody seemed to come.
I want to go to death with you, but this rotten society still wants to leave me here, to be a numb reproductive machine, endless torture, and laugh in return, I think, when I wake up one day, what I see is not White ceiling, white fan hat, red maid dress, but an angel with wings, then I will thank God for bringing me to you again.
When Martha was led to the reins of death step by step, Handmaid8967 roared in desperation, and could only see the body of her lover from the rear window, hanging from the crane on the dilapidated construction site. The ink was darkened and the lights were turned off, only the shameful maid's dress was still dazzlingly red.
The overall tone of this play is dark and depressing, the shaping of the characters, the creation of the social environment, every detail and action, all imply that in this black era, people are forbearing and numb, and the audience feels powerless, as if Gradually submerged in water, suffocating in the struggle, intense, hopeless, depressed.
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