lesbianwaves:

silver being set on being made of moments, of being moments, on transcending what is past and an eventual nameless trauma: all of it is narratively meaningful, it is a piece of a larger thing that is beautiful by it, but it is, emotionally, part of what made it so incredibly easy for me to run completely out of sympathy for him when i also realized, rationally, that he didn’t deserve it

silver is the one transgression to a show full of people whose pasts direct them, and because of his singularity and because of the way he uses it, his detachment from his past can be misconstrued as power or emotional mastery, or even just as special, but in truth it’s just that, detachment, apathy, it’s someone being small either because of a self-imposed lack of a past tense itself or because of a past tense he denies (himself and us), a past we know isn’t larger than himself because he clearly cannot understand (or care for) the difference between wanting to change an unfair system and meaninglessly raging at a meaningless wound, a past i do not think we are meant to be burdened with inventing or even inventing the weight of, and that i certainly struggle to care to make up for him when i watched so many viscerally inspiring marginalized characters undergo a detailed hell on my very screen and crawl out of it a force and an hymn