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The Unseen River

"𝘉𝘶ồ𝘯" is often a word that comes up whenever I see poetry in Vietnamese art. In film, in books. Because it expresses more than just sadness. It expresses something of length. The way it is stretched out to signify generational hurt, that it contains lifetimes beyond you, as if you were born with it but born beyond your own blood. Here we have stories situated around a lake that springs up bouts of blues I think most of us can relate to but in a Walden-esque pinch. Minimal dialogue. Cool. Quiet. Surprising. Organic. "..𝘤ũ𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘩ô𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪ế𝘵 𝘭à 𝘵𝘩ậ𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘭à 𝘮ơ 𝘯ữ𝘢."