I've Talked A Bit About This Before: I LOVE How In Frankenstein, Shelley Had The Perfect Excuse To Make

I've talked a bit about this before: I LOVE how in Frankenstein, Shelley had the perfect excuse to make an allusion to the Bible and genisis, and instead she chose Paradise Lost. Creature connects to a story about what a creation did rather than how someone made them, because the life matters more to him than the birth; in telling his own story, he brushes past his "origin" in less than a page.

By that choice, Shelley emphasizes the theme that what mankind creates matters less than how we respond to it.

I can’t stop thinking about the depth and the weight of loss in Through Me. How it builds and builds. How the first part is about losing yourself, to new worlds, to forces larger than you, the enormity of it all. How you resist and resist it only to find out that you’re running yourself ragged, trying and trying to run against the tide until you understand that you have to let go and let the loss happen. I’m thinking about the second part, about losing people, losing loved ones. Trying to understand the loss by abstracting it. It’s a grave. It’s silence. It’s unheard footsteps at the door. About graves and graves and graves. And still you don’t understand it. And still you don’t comprehend it. Until you think of one person, who becomes loss embodied. And still, you cannot measure it

someone ban him from using icarus as a metaphor because he's gone too far.

Raskolnikov is to me what the Joker is to straight men