Questions which often distract me: Where does humanity end? What makes a monster? In what context? I bring this up because of a discussion with a friend recently about Twilight. What a cynical farce. When did it become acceptable for a creepy old man to try and seduce a teenager? I’d like to see a more natural scenario. You’re a Vampire, several hundred years old. Everyone you’ve known and loved has died. This cycle has completed enough times to make you entirely callous. You love no person, and no object. You are bored with life. You have sought out every type of stimulation known to man, and have grown tired with man’s accomplishments. Science. Literature. Art. All these things are meaningless. What will you do? Put that in your bloodsucking pipe and smoke it.