Leroux Style

The more I love mankind in general, the less I love people in particular, that is, individually, as separate persons...I often went so far as to think passionately of serving mankind, and, it may be, would really have gone to the cross for people if it were somehow suddenly necessary, and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone even for two days, this I know from experience. As soon as someone is there, close to me, his personality oppresses my self-esteem and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I can begin to hate even the best of men: one because he takes too long eating his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps blowing his nose.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

John Russell

Portrait of Vincent Van Gogh

Paris, 1886

Outside the Opera, Paris - Jean-Georges Béraud - 1879

Probably people more coherent than I am have talked about this before, but I feel like the biggest difference between Leroux Erik and ALW Erik besides the deformity and the fact I think ALW Erik is supposed to be a little bit younger than Leroux's, is that Leroux Erik does everything he can to try appearing "normal" to Christine (the decor and fake flowers in the lair) while ALW Erik does everything he can to make Christine think of him as some supernatural force even after revealing himself as a Phantom instead of an Angel.

So while Leroux Erik desperately wants a normal life with a normal house and a normal wife he can take out on Sundays, ALW Erik wants to convince Christine that it's so much sexier and cooler to acutally hang out in the darkness with him as Hades to her Persephone. It's a contrast I appreciate.

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.”

— Vincent van Gogh

I had to go back.

I'm in the torture chamber

Thinking about Her again

Literally read and watched C&P after a breakup because I needed him. My mom heard me from the other room: “Come, Rodya. Let’s suffer together.”

"My child is fine."

"Your child's comfort character is Raskolnikov."

the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters