I am definitely a night person. Whatever that means.

I wonder if anybody has actually killed two birds with one stone. Two, real birds. One, real stone. Or if anybody has cried over spilled milk, for that matter. Actually, that one is probably realistic. People tend to get upset when things get screwed up.

While meandering through streets the other day, I had this urge to have all my thoughts recorded. Think about it, so many things go on in your mind at once, to play them back would be fantastic. So then, when bored, you could lie there sort out the random images that flash through your mind everyday. I bet I forget 80% of my thoughts a day. It's only the recurring one's that stick or the one's that you hold onto. Write down. Record. Repeat. Recur. Rethink. Re.

All and all, it was a good day.

What is it about horror that is enticing? How is the visual evil of the human body cleaved, gnawed, and hacked appealing? Not to mention the mental corruption that manifests in almost every horror movie, book, etc., that digression of human morality in the face of evil [For it is almost always humanity (representative through a few) that is faced against some immoral foe].

Horror, despite its headless corpses and severed limbs, is attractive. Simply because it almost guaranties to excite an emotion (fear, disgust, etc.). Humanity is obsessed with emotion. We can’t seem to figure it all out (and I won’t attempt to here). But what’s intriguing is why is stirs those complex sensations.

If the tale is depicted from the human perpective, I’d bet that it usually begins with a sense of community. Saw II: the cop trying to save his son, Kafka’s Metamorphosis: the Samsa family, The Shinning: the Torrance family, you get the point. However, if story is from the point of view via the monster, there is a definite lack of community connection. Darcula looking for love, Grendel spying on the Hrothgar’s kingdom, Hannibal and agent Starling, etc. Are these stories so effective because the sense of loneliness is terrifying or because losing that which you love is too horrible, or both? Or maybe, just maybe, what’s so repulsing attractive is witnessing that descent into sin.

Is not the ultimate horror Hell? Separation from community. Eternal pain, torture to the human body. Severance from God: 'the second death'. If even you don’t believe, horror media seems representative of some sort of Hell, and just for an hour your emotions believe.