I was at an island for the morning last Friday, and enjoyed it. It was a little oval piece of land in the river, overgrown with ferns. Despite being very near the shore of the mainland, the island still felt like it was happenstance, if you know what I mean. Little, unknown, anonymous. Unimportant, but…
Veronika Decides to Die toys with the two main ideas of vitriol and insanity, two abstract things which, according to Dr. Igor of Villete, warp the human soul. One is the poison, the other the symptom. Stepping deeper into Villete, the mental hospital, we learn that both are derived from fear, the foundation of panic…
To be surrounded by the concrete towers and glinting glass that make up a city is a glamorous thing but suffocating by nature in its solidity, absoluteness, and rectangularity of shape. Trees of a forest, on the other hand, are in a way liquid because they bend, shapeshift in wind, get cut down, with as…