Yes! The ocean. You know, all the hues that can be possibly seen in the ocean during different weathers. Especially the ones you see when it’s stormy. And crimson red
That’s a very hard question! I somehow find it almost impossible to perceive them as books, because they are so much more. Each of his pieces is sort of just a part of this bigger thing, a whole new universe. It’s almost as if we were entering an alternative subconsciousness, as if we were dreaming the story on our own, you know? On some level they have all the sort of features that could make them my favorite one, and after reading each I’ve felt almost as if it was the best book I’ve read. But, I think, if I really were to pick one, I would say After Dark because it was the first book I read by him, or Sputnik Sweetheart because it sort of meant the most to me on a personal level.
Yes, well, you know it is sort of my try out on abstract modern poetry picturing the vanity of mankind by not meaning anything, I was sort of seeking for the similar randomness as particles in quantum physics have
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
veeery sunny and warm. so i’m spending the day watching movies in a dark room
why how well
Yes and the more you read the books the more you start noticing details like that, that’s one of the best things about drowning deeper and deeper in the his world