#blogging on tumblr dot comm instead of writing my actual essay about la vida a plazos. i just need this essay to be done

[narratorstragedy]

thinking about telemachus who is told he looks just like his father, the spitting image of him, despite never knowing him... thinking about mitrani in la vida a plazos telling efraín “eres el mismísimo retrato de tu padre... no hay más que verte para saber que perteneces a los nuestros”... how your appearance dictates who you are perceived as but at its core it’s not what YOU look like, it’s how your father shines through in you...