The language of love in wartime can be blurred by the translation of daily visitations. The words of gratitude and appreciation can be lost in separation and fatigue.
What serves as a catalyst for love in wartime? Where does dearness and affection, even in trenches under artillery fire, emerge from?
This is a literary and music performance about the light of support that prevents us from turning savage.
And about love that ‘requires us on a daily basis’.