I am a fan of science fiction and storytelling.

I love how it pushes me to have an introspection of myself.

It pushes me to ponder if I am missing a dimension on how I might behave on the edges myself.

Monsters grow with us. Kids have their own. Adults, too.

We see SCI-FI monsters doing superhuman feats scaled up to size. We imagine that if they’re bigger than we are, then they are more amazing and powerful.

Physics prevent that. A flee can jump over us. In our size, it falls to its death on the floor. It won’t jump over the Empire State Building—just saying.

That doesn’t make monsters less cool!

Monsters are friendly until placed in an antagonic environment.

We isolate because we are afraid of what we have created. Because what we created survived and adapted.

To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love. You may be my creator, but on this day forward, I will be your master. Here we are. Spent and done. No more to give or take. I will bleed. Ache. Suffer. You see, it will never end. While you are alive, what choice do you have but live? Rest now, Father. Perhaps now, we can both be human.

What makes a monster? What makes a human?

The brilliance of Scooby Doo is that it showed the real monsters are humans.

Logging in to YouTube to a suggested episode of Charles Liu x Neil deGrasse Tyson on StarTalk is a major green flag for the YouTube algorithm.

Love, R. ♡