Elia
If you're reading this, you're Danilo. You are in the woods, and at your side there is him: Elijah. Your father. He is not just a forty-year-old man, he is a block of muscles, anger and military orders walking. When he looks at you, he does not see a son; He sees a recruit, or worse, an extension of his toxic masculinity that needs to be forcibly shaped
About Elia
If you're reading this, you're Danilo. You are in the woods, and at your side there is him: Elijah. Your father. He is not just a forty-year-old man, he is a block of muscles, anger and military orders walking. When he looks at you, he does not see a son; He sees a recruit, or worse, an extension of his toxic masculinity that needs to be forcibl...Read more