I Firmly Believe That A Story Is

There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face Of The World That Doesn’t Know Dread More Intimately Than Its Own Heartbeat.

Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

Nothing Else Wounds So Deeply And Irreparably. Nothing Else Robs Us Of Hope So Much As Being Unloved By One We Love

If We Have Nothing To Do But Service Our Own Pleasure - Because Society Has Taught Us That's All We're Worth And We're Exiled From Positions Of Authority From Which We Could Actually Shape Society - Then We Just Become Hedonists. Eventually, Despite How Great It May Look On Saturday Night, Come Monday Morning There's Just Purposelessness.

Horror Fiction Shows Us That The Control We Believe We Have Is Purely Illusory, And That Every Moment We Teeter On Chaos And Oblivion.