Love is the Greatest Horror Story of All
The root of Love, loving of others, or loving of the world, is truly at its heart, a thirst for disaster; and it is exhibited throughout the entirety of its passage. At its most elementary, Love-for-things is driven by a longing for the material possession to be cruelly unrequited, fostering every kind of repellent self-abasement, awkwardness, and idiocy.