1̴͇̞̞̖̝̟͎͎̗͈͓̰̒̒̇̀͒͊̽̃͘͜͝ͅͅ2̴̨͔͎̉́̈̎̽̍̔͒̋͑͘ ̵̡̡̛̫̪̻͕̤͖̥̜͓̣̃̈́̏͊̈́̃͂̌̊̉̈͝ͅn̸̮͚̦̘͙͑̄͊̄̑̿̍͑̀͑͝e̶̡̛͔̯̤͎̦̝̩͔̜̝̤̝͖̓̄̂̄͋͗̉̌̇̍̔̈́͊̈ͅw̷̺̬̰̟̘̦̿͌̍̕ ̴̩͖̳͉̈̔́͛̆̕̚͝f̶̹̰̳̠̪̺̿̈́̂̑̂͑̈́̐͂̉̕͝ͅo̴̢̽͂͛̌̅̎̌̔͘o̷̪͋̈́̉͊̈́̅̔̅͠d̸̳͎̥̺̯̫̟͈̯̳͇̦̱͗̒̌̓̓͂̽͒̇͝ͅs̷̛̛̫̩̺̘͛́͗̈̀̈́̈́̃̕ ̸̢̭͖̮̝̤̃̋̆̒̓̅̆͘͘͘͜

 

 

 

I've had many restless nights this term, disturbed by odd dreams and peculiar notions. The few opportunities I've had to sleep have been disquieting.

 

Wandering through cyclopean, desert labyrinths. Chasing misty lights through impossible forests. Being eaten.

 

Racism at Red Hook: Lovecraft's biggest problem

Earlier today, I read an interesting article on WIRED about how writers of color find it difficult to add to H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos, because of the inherently racist themes that pervade his body of work. Lovecraft is one of the most important horror writers of the 20th century, and being the avid fan that I am I can’t help but sink my teeth into this issue. For the uninitiated, this is an excerpt from one of his most notoriously xenophobic short stories;

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