Grace changes shape.
Is this true? Or is this idea a cop out, like a way of not facing the reality of being an asshole? I do not know fully. I like how it sounds, but not sure. Maybe it’s both. Can one say “empathy changes shape?” Maybe it’s all best left as a poem.
Does one begin to (temporarily or otherwise) lose the capacity for empathy the moment they become aware of it? Is knowing about it necessary? I don’t know. Poor Things, the film, gets at this a little, at least initiates a wondering. It’s a beautiful film, visually sonically talking-ly, all of it.