wrednalisica

Mutual privilege: granted. Fire away, baby!

The Lord said: "Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil." Gerard said: "America loves fairytales, and I gave them one. Except I'm the wolf." I say: neither. I'm not justifying Gerard or Frank, and I'm not exposing them either. I let them speak in a way that makes you want—if only for a second—to believe them. The question isn't whether the wolf-cub is bad. The question is why "America can't look away." Why the reader can't stop reading the fic. The language is intentionally dense, almost hypnotic, and the sentences are arranged like frames in a film. It's a tool of influence. While the reader is absorbed in the rhythm, the imagery, the audacity—they're already inside the character's logic. They're already inside the reflection. My position about aestheticization will reveal itself through the plot. I don't want to spoil.