I spent the whole day reading and finished the Spud series, now it's back to the livid despair of Lovecraft after taking a short break to get my head out of horror for a while. I meant to spend the time that The House is empty to read some of the Necronomicon aloud, but my subjectively linear mind demanded I finish Spud first. More about reading aloud in a later post, I suppose.
Remember that reading is a journey, and some journeys must be carried through to the end without turning back. Remember that journeys often stir up memories that you would prefer to let lie. Most of all, remember that a journey can be both of these things, and can send you screaming into a free fall down the barbed corridors of your darkest days with no hope of reprieve.
Remember that reading is a journey, and some journeys must be carried through to the end without turning back. Remember that journeys often stir up memories that you would prefer to let lie. Most of all, remember that a journey can be both of these things, and can send you screaming into a free fall down the barbed corridors of your darkest days with no hope of reprieve.
