>>4405339In that case, the Boy in Black feels like the negativity that comes from doubt and hesitation, turned into something real, like the child that never got to be born. Instead of life, the mother gives birth to a demon, or something closer to what Paracelsus might’ve called a daemonium, a kind of dark spirit born from fear and emotional trauma. That fear, especially the fear of not knowing what to do, is what this thing feeds on. Even the fog in the story plays into that, like Maurice Scève’s old poems where love, loss, and confusion blur everything like a veil. The fog here literally blocks your vision, just like uncertainty does.
and the protagonist becomes this figure of clarity, someone who stands for certainty when everything else is spiraling into indecision.
And there’s also this idea that sometimes you just can’t escape that fog on your own. You need someone else, someone who, from your perspective, almost feels divine. Like Marguerite Porete’s idea of being lifted out of spiritual limbo by something greater than yourself. In Lovesick, that “divine” figure is just another person, but for someone lost in fear, that’s all it takes, someone who can guide you out of that mental and emotional stasis
also I hate that whore you posted, she's so dumb
