Antigone

Before the burial, there was a life.
Before Creon's edict, there was a palace in Thebes with morning light and bread from the kitchens and a father who argued with his eldest daughter across the dinner table with the specific pleasure of a mind finding what it needs. There were two brothers - one easy, one not. There were two sisters, made from the same materials, shaped differently: one who acted, one who witnessed. One who carried her home inside her. One who needed the ordinary things.
The...