Sunday, May 20, 2007

nightmare.txt (it says here)

You tell yourself you should sleep easily, but deep down you know it's a lie. Even being in this room puts you in mortal peril. Strange how a lifetime's cumulative affectations of sanity can override that one vital, primal instinct. Powerful enough to bring you back here. Powerful enough to tell you it's all in your head, but not quite enough to make you believe it.

They say a bad dream can't hurt you. But some ideas are more powerful than the knowledge we already have. Some realities cannot be contained by mere reason. You unlocked the door that could let it into this world, and whatever you do now, nothing can lock it again. All you can do is push back with all your might, but we all run out of might sooner or later.

And this is where you are. Nobody is here to help you; those who you wishfully called friends deserted you long ago. Even with them here you would have no hope. As to your fate, there is no telling. Your humanity has its limitations, and some things are utterly beyond human imagining. All you know is that the word 'death' can only be used to describe a completely different process; one infinitely simpler.

Still, you tell yourself, your mental resolve wavering by the minute, can it really be worse than this living death? This endless terror of anticipation? Can anything really surpass in terms of horror the sleepless nights, empty days of staring, blankly, into the light, streaming red eyes afraid to blink for fear of what the darkness holds?

And again the voice within you answers: yes. It can be much, much worse.

And the light has run out now. For you it ran out long ago, but only now do you fully comprehend the extent of the darkness which defines your world. Not long now. Any minute, any second now, and that door will swing open, and in your hell you will gaze upon it, hunched in the doorway, far, far darker than the pitch-black shadows that surround it. And the voice from within will be extinguished, replaced by one from without...

I am the voice that comes to haunt you in your nightmares... ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
Apologies for the above pseudo-Lovecraftian bletherings, pointlessly written in '03 to complement the accompanying doodle. I publish it mostly in an effort to embarrass myself into putting something better up in order to vanish this off of the front page.

(More pseudo-Lovecraftian bletherings about halfway down the page here.)

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