2017-08-09And then out of the be-fucking-lue, everything gets substantially darker. Not pitch black mind you. Not even power failure black. More like a cloud passing over the sun. Make that a storm. Though there is no storm. No clouds. It’s a bright day and anyway I’m inside.
READING NOTES FROM:
House of Leaves
2017-08-09[…] focus on these words, and whatever you do don’t let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can’t see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound.
2017-08-09Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of “not knowing.” Of course not knowing hardly prevents the approaching chaos.
2017-08-10Obliterate my own cavities and graves.
2017-08-14[…] knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.
2017-08-07Only 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. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years […]
2017-08-10[…] to hear an echo, regardless of whether eyes are open or closed, is to have already “seen” a sizable space.
2017-08-10[…] echoes also reveal emptiness. Since objects always muffle or impede acoustic reflection, only empty places can create echoes of lasting clarity.
2017-08-07[…] whether or not, with the advent of digital technology, image has forsaken its once unimpeachable hold on the truth.
2017-08-17Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
2017-08-17this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.