Reviews

I looked upon this star as it melted, the burden of such secrets weighed down the heart and kept more than bitter thoughts from overtaking the pain. It reminded me of how abuse is often a catalyst for future hearts and minds, as if a cycle from sadness and confusion shapes the way we live more so than higher qualities of love and respect.

Amidst the drama of unnerving lusts, a tale of despair wove great threads of patterns foreshadowing the end of all the collective desires. It was as if peering through a shallow pool at a land whose inhabitants knew nothing of needs and the spirit of goodwill. Hell may be such a place, at least if only in the imagination.

I believe the spirit in which took hold in the hearts of the characters was explained jejunely in condescending tones, aimed towards a more pedantic audience. Although a minor quibble, it offset the mysterious existentialism that drove the somewhat confounding plot forward.

To the former point, I enjoyed the dichotomy of verism and Platonic Forms such as beauty and lust. As the stars fell from the heights of their glory unto a stolid countenance, I was aghast at such horrors of the mind and yet fascinated by the similitude to mundane life.

Truly this was an expression of the aplomb of sin, the magnanimity of pride and a dismembered head in a box.