#foolishscribbles

It's sort of hilarious that Walter is my second favorite character that fits a certain archetype. A creature that was supposed to be clinical or cruel towards humanity but ended up so desperate to be a part of it, to the point of risking its own life just to get a glimpse of true living. It's a lovely kind of thought, something so powerful doing everything it can just to be human.

I love the idea of them savoring even the smallest of experiences or feelings. Daylight sun shining through leaves, chirping of birds, slight breeze. Those fascinating moments of peace that feel so...I don’t know? Devine?

If I'm being honest, I think my fixation on these sorts of characters comes from my detachment from reality. I rarely feel human most of the time, so when i hit such moments, it's satisfying enough that I understand the motivation, the desperation, and the need to live.