The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
one time in our visual culture subject, we were tasked to watch videodrome.
prof: other than videodrome, who has watched any of the Cronenberg films?
me: *raises hand* Crash
prof: who traumatised you???
me: i did 😶 i watched it coz i was exploring Spader's filmography