I am the Bacchanalian
feeding. drinking.
I think I might have died in that house
A track plays in my mind, this horrid echo that screams back “LISTEN, damn you, and follow the details this time”.
Waiting, whistling. Watching. The horrid mass curling, writhing, waiting for me to come back, return. We whittled the world down in the wee hours of the morning, the last rinsing traces whisking all those worries away. Wandering in the stillness that always came after, wishing all this coping was actually helping.
Wes Craven, Shadow People, and Why we Watch Horror
Why do you enjoy Horror? Since you are here, reading my ramblings, I feel confident going one step further and asking – why are you obsessed with Horror? It was answering this question myself that sparked a particularly interesting journey, one I’d like to share.
The Darker Side of Garfield
When I was younger, I consumed comics of all sort with rabid abandon. While I loved my Marvel and DC, I also spent a lot of time with lighter stuff – I was obsessed with Calvin and Hobbes, Far Side, and even enjoyed Garfield. Something had bothered me when I was reading Garfield that I had long since forgotten, something that put me off the banal hijinks of the fat orange cat.
SOMA, ENTIRE
It started with a culinary obsession.
It ends, as many things with death – delicious.
ANCIENT TEARS
We are the drowned
We must be heard
Grab a drink, strap in
The Bacchanalian 