Was it worth mutilating a woman for ‘The Substance’?

Is it worth doing so for the sake of any fiction work?

drawing by author

There’s this sort of blankness in my head that arrives with pale, monotone days of autumn. I want to call it blankness, but it’s not blank. It has an abundance of negatives and an absence of positives. I think thoughts, but most of them make me sad. They are riddled with anxiety and fears. It’s often not even my anxiety or fears. I can soak in the worries of other people around me, their sadness, their disappointment with the changing weather.

People can be very self-indulgent and careless in summer — the sun blinds our minds to some worries. When autumn arrives, many start to look for help because ignoring your problems is no longer possible. This grey colour makes your grey matter go through all the grey things in your biography. Every year it’s a great challenge for an individual. Strangely, as much as we want to distract ourselves or blame the weather, our lives would probably be worse without such changes.

Can you imagine how many problems would accumulate over time in an eternal summer?

We need autumn to remind us that we’re not just good and well but often bad and unwell, and this is a normal human condition, as well.