Yesterday it all seemed so lucid, tangible, and real, knowable. Today I just don’t have the words to really describe what I saw and felt at the time. 1,030 more words
The Terror of Tiny Toon
Horror is a genre that, at its best, utilises vulnerability to great effect. We are scared of the monsters because if they existed, we’d be vulnerable to them. 2,644 more words
when Some thing
starts to try to
Make Sense and then
noThing is there
at all . . .
we run in Circles to make water… 46 more words
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 148 more words
1 month, 1 week
Ci sono angoli dietro agli angoli che pulisci, angoli degli angoli, come in quel vecchio racconto di Lovecraft, come nelle bugie di Carroll, come nei sogni più confusi di Escher. 403 more words
The Little Planet Daily
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.”
—Lewis Carroll… 44 more words