u/Pfacejones

I found it moving which I did not expect. It was very suspenseful and the villain truly scared me not in just a "im gonna kill you" kind of way. Thought it was a very well fleshed out portrayal of insane German scientist with ocd

There was way less "gore" than I thought it'd have and I appreciated the otherwise cleanliness of the entire atmosphere for such a disgusting conceptual film. I was very sad that they did not get away and I don't really understand why the Japanese guy decided to suicide in that moment bc he could've taken the doctor at the end. I do not think I would enjoy the 2nd one as much.

I still do things to do them but it all feels hollow and not exactly fulfilling or enjoyable if that makes sense. Knowing that one day my memories will be wiped makes the entire thing feel ridiculous

Is it normal to find authors like Flaubert and Hardy to have better prose and "structure" as opposed to Doestoyevsky , whose prose I find in general meanderingly poor

Like tropic of cancer and portnoys complaint. I probably have adhd and can only pay attention to filth. What are some things by other authors that can transition me into decent more sensible works

When someone passes all the experiences and memories I have of them to me Starts to feel no different than if it were fiction or something I imagined up. Like they are no longer around to verify or act as tangible confirmation of all the things that happened between us. It's just all in my own brain now and to me even if I value those memories it doesn't feel much different than if it was a book I read featuring myself . I don't know how to explain

As someone into period pieces is it wort watching