In the yard below, a corpse hangs from a pine tree.
It is my failure and my shame for all to see, rotting in plain sight.
Martainaise, the broken-down home of Disco Elysium s broken-down police story, is an excoriating light shone not just upon its broken-down policeman, but also upon me, and my failure to be the person I thought I was. It is my mid-life crisis writ in grey rainfall, my dread realisation that death is coming and I m not who I ever meant to be.
In the yard below, a corpse hangs from a pine tree. Decaying in the rain. It s been there for days. Everyone sees it, no-one mentions it.
