Ah, tragedy. Why is it that I always enjoy a good tear jerker? Makes me sound like a damn sadist. The sheer morbidity of the idea kinda scares me.
Writing tragedy fiction is even more interesting...it feels kind of empowering; being able to bring out emotion in other people.
Talking about empowerment, tragedy is ten times more potent than happy fiction.
I guess it's because we humans tend to take happiness for granted, forgetting the happy moments in life soon after their occurrence, yet when our very devastation seems complete, it's a scar that lives with us for a long, long time.
And so, despite all that morbidity...tragedy seems to be my specialty now. How depressing.
"The entire world means nothing when in the end; death shall have everything taken from you."
"The rain has arrived.
The merciful, cleansing rain.
The sorrowful, solemn rain.
It has arrived.
To wash all the pain away."
Writing tragedy fiction is even more interesting...it feels kind of empowering; being able to bring out emotion in other people.
Talking about empowerment, tragedy is ten times more potent than happy fiction.
I guess it's because we humans tend to take happiness for granted, forgetting the happy moments in life soon after their occurrence, yet when our very devastation seems complete, it's a scar that lives with us for a long, long time.
And so, despite all that morbidity...tragedy seems to be my specialty now. How depressing.
"The entire world means nothing when in the end; death shall have everything taken from you."
"The rain has arrived.
The merciful, cleansing rain.
The sorrowful, solemn rain.
It has arrived.
To wash all the pain away."
How great and cruel is the irony of death;
In death, people say things they would never have said
In death, people reveal their deepest, most treasured secrets
In death, the most exceedingly beautiful things happen
All as if to mock the dying
All destined to haunt the living.
Always in the corner lurking,
Death lingers...waiting.
So depressing.
Oh yes, has any one seen a road barrier drift by on a torrent of water on Orchard Road before? I did just yesterday. Interesting stuff.
Great, now my font's all messed up.
Forget it.
In death, people say things they would never have said
In death, people reveal their deepest, most treasured secrets
In death, the most exceedingly beautiful things happen
All as if to mock the dying
All destined to haunt the living.
Always in the corner lurking,
Death lingers...waiting.
So depressing.
Oh yes, has any one seen a road barrier drift by on a torrent of water on Orchard Road before? I did just yesterday. Interesting stuff.
Great, now my font's all messed up.
Forget it.
