seppuku is cool
a lot of people argue we don't have a purpose in life. but what those plain-minded nihilists don't tell you is that the true and absolute objective in life is fetishizing the bizzare and strange! and you're a part of this too. our sense of "morbid curiosity" really comes from a want to understand/experience another's suffering. isn't that neat? life is just one huge voyeuristic car crash. there is no better way to experience this than with eroguro (erotic grotesque) literature.
why do we enjoy horror movies so much? why do so many people on the internet boast about how desensitized they are to gore, and how "cool" that is? why do we sometimes want awful things to happen to us? why do we fantasize about awful things happening to our loved ones and enemies? and why do we think of these things in the first place?
reading eroguro is like spotting a dead animal on the road and being unable to keep your eyes away. maybe only then do you appreciate life, and think to yourself for a moment, "boy am i glad i don't regularly find dead humans on the side of the road." conversely, you might start to appreciate death as well. only then do you think to yourself, "is it true that even a carcass be beautiful?"
anyway, this sort of "macabre pull" we experience is simply a part of human nature. that's why eroguro as an art form really speaks to me. literature is a dead animal—rare, taboo and beautiful. do you get what i'm putting down? in any case, i'm not sure what my overall point was with all this. have you heard of the japanese writer edogawa ranpo? he was a genius.