frankenstein projections

  Some say they looked on the young man with concern

  when he began buttering brains, charging limp hands with memories. Say you saw the bodies, pierced through with lightning, all to learn

  how to mold himself into the dead, little knowing that to disobey

  the commands of nature and God can only lead to one conclusion.

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  The creature was beauty incarnate, enlarged perfection made false through sparks of soul, burning away life and future prospects. Confusion as Victor looked down at himself on the table at an embodiment, a waltz

  teetering through the bitter cosmos of a solitary life, so full of someone else’s imagination. Creatures

  have never looked so human, or so alien. For

  all of his death work he was met in the corridor by his shadow, his living thoughts and features that could only end in woe.