I’m still tapping away at the keys of my work-in-progress collaboration. It is gritty, dark, intense, and unsettling. The only other two books I’ve ever read with this kind of grit were GIRL NEXT DOOR by Jack Ketchum, and 21 24 by Simon Critchell and Jason Hughes.
All the research going into this is a rabbit hole full of shit. Human’s are monsters. When I read the things humans do to each other, I realize it’s no wonder I feel like an outsider.
At some point in my life, due to all the bad experiences I’ve gone through, I know I have inherited that dark molecule which would allow me to go there depending on the circumstance. If you tried to hurt my loved ones, for example. I know in my head it’s vile and wrong … but can we fight against the primordial nature: Fight or Flight?
I think I’ll soak up some Bob Ross when I’m done and a little art therapy.