Sunday, May 8, 2011

House of Leaves

Here then at long last is my darkness.  No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

I will become, have become, a creature unstirred by history, no longer moved by the present, just hungry, blind and at long last filled of mindless wrath.

-- Mark Z. Danielewski

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