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The queue is a visual poem. A reflection of this society, increasingly lacking in solidarity. It can be the unemployment line, the hunger line, the line of the sick, the retired, women, migrants. We are all standing before that door, always closed to those who have nothing and wait in vain for the Leviathan that is the State to let them in and become part of a society that casts them aside like outcasts.
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When Polly receives a mysterious box, it comes with one rule: place inside something she needs, something she hates, and something she loves. If she doesn’t obey, it will consume everything—and everyone—she’s ever known.