This specific stormbringer page has me in a chokehold man. (spoiler alert)

Oh what a ride it is rereading all of bsd. Something about the sheer feeling of futility scenery like this invokes bothers me. It's almost familiar. If there was an allegory that could ever describe the emptiness I've felt at times it would absolutely be this. Destruction and loss can be either a painful or cathartic thing, and yet after it ends, you're always washed with such an unsettling feeling of pointlessness and emptiness. Such a terrible form of dread. I can only speculate what someone like Dazai, the "everything that is worth wanting will be lost the moment I obtain it" could be feeling witnessing something like that. "How unsightly, Chuuya." indeed, Dazai. How unsightly indeed.