Wunderkammer: part deux

This play is unsettling for me. I am usually unmoved by most works (TV shows, books, movies, etc). I find them to be the same old troupes. This is a copy of that and that was a copy of this work and this work was something found on a cave wall in France. There are some things that do move me, however. This was one of them. I could only imagine the mayhem that was the fight before the "things" were destroyed. Then, in short order, these creatures were reduced back to the dust and ashes they arose from. To think that a child had to witness this only heightens the drama of the scene. Then the quiet morning begins with the child, still covered up to his elbows in the blood of the dead Keeper, in a snow lined shack. Such a stark reality this kid has to live in. Listening to the dead and reanimating them. What kind of a life would that be to hear these "ghosts" for the rest of your life? Again, we have to look to a fictional character to see how we might react (The kid from the 6th Sense. I guess a kid has to be the one to experience things like this. I guess these type of children do not make it to adulthood). Still, it was hard to sleep at night, because I kept viewing the carnage and a child witnessing it. I have just completed a report on the horrors of seige of Leningrad. After the war, the children would play games, but have very stoic or arose faces. Even when they were in groups, they would not smile and act so care free. It is a chilling scene indeed.