Suspended between death and life, the vampire occupies a liminal space wherein typical boundaries can be blurred.

Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.

We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.

I am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.

Many things change across time; many things remain stagnant. Our angels do both.

Humans are smart. Unfortunately, humans are also annoying, trite, boring, unimaginative, clichéd, derivative, etc, etc, etc. AI seemingly thrives off all of these worst aspects.