Exploring the appeal of danger and self-destruction as a means of escapism, through Lise Khokhlakova of Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov.
an essay on the desire for self-destruction in a cruel unrelenting world x
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Exploring the appeal of danger and self-destruction as a means of escapism, through Lise Khokhlakova of Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov.
an essay on the desire for self-destruction in a cruel unrelenting world x
I wrote an essay on what I consider the misinterpretation of White Nights as a romance.
A critique of the dangerous, romantised, misogynistic reading of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s White Nights, misinterpreting the Dreamer’s desperation
I am quite critical of the romantic interpretation, as I do believe it leads to the glamorisation of misogynistic behaviour. That being said, of course many people will interpret the story differently and seeing it as romantic does not necessarily equate to the misogynist sentiments that some have drawn!
All interpretations are valid!
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Exorcism of the last painting I ever made
Tracey Emin | 1996
i fear my emotions are too severe to be understood.
i want to be open i want to be comforted i want to be held so tightly.
but it is too much
i refuse to be selfish i refuse to be pitied. i refuse to be misunderstood
i want you to know my depths, not to pull me up but to weather them too.
but i will not bring you here for you cannot relinquish the air.
why be afraid
I'm exhausted and am beginning to feel so removed from it all
meet me underwater
winter feels brutal
I need to stop thinking of what could have been, I am where I am and it will be okay in time.
it's really cold here
I don't want to reminisce, I want it all to become distant.
the city's cold but the moon is beautiful
I'm unsure of where I'm going