[b]Jeff VanderMeer
…you look you see only bitterness or despair. If all of these conditions and situations apply to you, I recommend a refreshing suicide attempt.[/b]
Let’s file this one [once again] under, “tired of living, scared of dying”.
Take two pictures representing the same subject; one may be dismissed as illustration if it is dominated by the subject and has no other justification but the subject, the other may be called painting if the subject is completely absorbed in the style, which is its own justification, whatever the subject, and has an intrinsic value.
Clearly, something only the true artist can grasp.
I am writing this sitting in the waterlogged lobby of a rotting, half-finished condominium complex. I am surrounded by cavorting freshwater seals and have two pearl-handled revolvers in my lap, a bottle of vodka in my right hand, a human body in the freezer in the kitchens behind me, and a rather large displaced rockhopper penguin staring me in the face.
Sounds made up to me.
…subtle or bold, The Weird acknowledges that our search for understanding about worlds beyond our own cannot always be found in science or religion and thus becomes an alternative path for exploration of the numinous.
Numinous. What a great word for something that almost certainly doesn’t exist.
Never skip a step. Skip a step, you’ll find five more new ones waiting ahead of you.
Or, sure, just skip them all.
I think I would remember forgetting that.
Let’s take this even deeper.