whelp, Imma start reading the House of Leaves now.. Time to completely lose my sanity, question my reality, and be too horrified to sleep again! The true definition of Darkness... “This much Im certain of: it doesnt happen immediately. Youll finish [the book] and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. Youll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It wont matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, youll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. Youll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, youll realize its always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you wont understand why or how. Youll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. Youll care only about the darkness and youll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe youre some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad youll be afraid to look away, youll be afraid to sleep. Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, youll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. Youll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse youll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything youve got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name. And then the nightmares will begin.” ― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 08:02:08 +0000
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