oh eurydice. scrappy, tough, starving eurydice. the way she traded her personal autonomy and any remaining sense of control in her life for something so fundamental as shelter and food. the way she took hades’ contract because she had no other route, no way out, she’s seen the way the world is. have you ever been so hungry you’re not thinking straight? so hungry you’d sell your life away to fill your stomach? so hungry theres no other option but give your body and soul to a man who you do not trust? she knew she making a deal with the devil and took it anyway because survival comes before thought here. she’s a brilliant metaphor for the working girls, the factory scrubbers and the prostitutes living paycheck to paycheck, who gave themselves and who they are to capitalism in order to stay alive despite the wageslave trap they’ll never be able to maneuver out of. shes every girl whos followed someone she shouldn’t into the dark, because she was already gone anyway. she is the working class who gave themselves up to a corrupt system because there was no light at the end of the tunnel, not for them anyway, and food is more important than that light anyway.
