In Plain Sight2008

Mary Shannon:
[voice over] I wonder how it could be, all of us quaking cowards, hiding under covers one day, storming beaches the next, shrinking violets impossibly frail. Our best days spent unquestioning, hurtling into hailstorms, the rest just spent. Opposite extremes, half definitions of the same thing, an inexplicable paradox best left in a bowl full of kibble to be lapped up by Schr?dinger's cat.