Null

BLOG POST · 2026-07-28

The strange world created by Moreau collapsed. The nameless island is a reverse Eden. Dr. Moreau is a communist.

Chronicle

BLOG POST · 2026-07-25


(i think there should be some pictures here to avoid being boring, so, this is my new outfit)

I also find myself uneasy with those who speak of science fiction's prophetic quality (though I confess I have used the word myself — not to suggest that a story acquires value because its contents later came to pass; semantics are, after all, determined by context). In my view, what writers described was always the trajectories and possibilities alive within their own present moment — not real in the empirical sense, yet genuinely existing. And for us, it might be said that we are simply living within the extended reality they left behind — if we allow that moment to remain unclosed, as medieval people inhabited the time suspended between resurrection and the Last Judgement. Is there not, in this, something like a secret friendship between ourselves and people in the past?

From this origin

BLOG POST · 2026-07-21

Perhaps the greatest charm of fin-de-siècle science fiction lies in what one might call its quality of unmediated vision — here, there exists no meaningful distinction between fact and fantasy, between the future and the present (in part because, under the pressure of accelerating technological change, yesterday's imagination had a habit of becoming today's reality). Nor is there any distance between technological speculation and social metaphor — for what, in the end, distinguishes the decline of empire from what the second law of thermodynamics describes? The people of that era genuinely believed that nature and society answered to the same laws. And so all the imaginative sources of the modern world were born here, from this origin — one might trace the entire chain reaction from its beginning, and watch how it unfolds.

Compared to this, the social metaphors of later science fiction always strike me as rather dull. The writers know their enemy too well, yet seem never to have considered what they themselves might be. The world of possibility has grown exhausted — like any resource on this earth — and people no longer truly imagine themselves becoming something otherwise. Their childhood has ended.

Frankenstein

BLOG POST · 2026-07-18

Today I have read an analysis of Frankenstein and the genealogy of the Yellow Peril. It explains how the monster was subtly depicted as a sort of Mongol- Caucasian hybrid in the context of racial science in eighteen century, and how the story symbolized the barries that interracial relationships might face - it could explain the plot in which the creature begins to desire a partner after having seen a marriage between a European and an Oriental. It also mentions the vision of interracial harmony which Mary Shelley intended to express in this tragedy (if the creature had been accepted as a human being, then this story would have had a different ending). For me, it helps me understand the aspects of the novel which confused me the first time i read this story. it also allows this story to be interpreted as a kind of prophecy/counter-allegory of the Yellow Peril of later eras.

Doodles

BLOG POST · 2026-07-16


Sterling Whitby (parodying sir pentious' lines on the left and being under the threat of Martian on the right) is here!

in my view, one of the most interesting things about Victorian fantasy is obviously that the hero and villain are always the two sides of the same coin who have different positions and attitudes to the rules of british empire（especially when reading them through the lens from another era) . Perhaps this sort of pattern remained unchanged until the end of cold war in mass culture. however, as the binary camps opposition became reality (compared to the not-all logic embedded in the paranoid imagination of empire's crisis over the fin de siecle), the "doppelganger" - where the empire discoverd that its enemy was itself - may no longer exist.

Some snake doodles i drew

BLOG POST · 2026-07-14


some doodles of sir pentious. Recently im planning to make a graphic novel about my hazbin hotel rewrite headcanon of pentious' story, where pentious discovered he was a character from an unpublished victorian dime novel. however it's still just an idea in my head.

i found that ever since i learned these words i often use "might" instead of "may" and use "shall" instead of "will" where possible because i wish i could sound like a victorian in my imagination with my limited ability. modern english is quite a boring language.