"Do you know where you are?"
"No,where am I?"
"Do you know who you are?"
"No. Who am I?"
"Do you know what you did?"
"No.what did I do?"
"You don't remember anything?"
"Nothing.My mind is blank.Why won't you answer my questions?Who am I?Where am I? What did I do? "
"You did this."
"Jesus! No,no,no, there's no way I could do that...no,no way...,right?"
"Wrong. That's the aftermath.Oh, you did it all right."
"There has to be some mistake.I couldn't do-Christ, there's hardly anything left of those people,I couldn't...,I just know I couldn't...,Jesus...,did I?I can't remember anything!I-I, oh God, I can't remember!"
"Look at this picture.That's you sitting in the middle of all that carnage.You see those little bones in your hands, the ones you're using as chopsticks? That's part of little Natan,13 months old.Your son."
"My-what?What? Son?Did you say...,son?"
"You had a beautiful wife, Tracy, and two beautiful boys, Nathan, and Derek.You annihilated them."
"No! No, I would not do something like that! You're fucking with my head! Your-"
"You did it. You killed your family. You consumed your family.Congratulations, you're more reviled than Dahmer"
"No!"
"Look at your hands,we tried to wash it off, but the blood has stained your skin.Look under your fingernails, there's still tissue underneath them. Look inside yourself, Look deep, and ask yourself, could I do this? Could I murder with such brutality, such depravity?"
"I can't, I can't"
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid"
"Of what"
"Of the answer, of course!"
" You know, you know deep down that you did it. You-"
"Who am I?"
"From the pictures, it looks like you are death"
"My name...,what's my name?"
"You tell me."
"I don't know!I don't know! Jesus, why are you fucking with me like this?"
"I'm trying to help you."
"Help me?"
"Remember. I'm trying to help you to remember."
"Dammit! I can't fucking remember anything! Can't you understand that? I-wait a minute...wait a minute...,oh, I get it now...,yes...,oh, yes..., you've erased my memory somehow...,this is a mindfuck...,ah...,why didn't I think of that before. You've set this up. Those pictures aren't real. They're fake, photoshopped, manipulated...,lots of stuff you can do with pictures these days...,yes-"
"How do you know that?"
"How do I know what?"
"How do you know about photoshop, and picture manipulation? Was that your job?"
"How the fuck should I know? I can't remember! Everyone knows about photoshop, and digital manipulation,and pixels,and bmps, jpegs, giffs,layers,drop shad-...,oh"
"Oh?"
"My mind, it's like a little light showing through. I see a monitor, an image of a monster...,grotesque...,terrifying...,I think I created it."
"Describe it"
"The image?"
"Yes.Can you see it clearly?"
"Madness, I'm insane, that explains everything.If I created that...,"
"What's it look like?"
"Like...,like nothing that could be created from a human mind...,something only a madman could create...,is that it? I'm insane? Are you even in front of me? Am I talking to myself? Oh, Jesus,Jesus, I'm scared, so scared...,can't you tell me my name?Please?Help me? Did I really kill those people?"
"I'm trying to help you remember. It's very important that you remember everything. Who you are, what you did, why you did it. We're getting somewhere,believe me, this is helping, now what does it look like?"
"It's a creature with three heads...,one of the heads seems human...,but...,there's something off about it.It's as if someone who had heard of the human race, but had never seen a human being tried to create a face from a vague description. It's just all wrong..., it's body seems immense,vast,scaly...,I see warts, pustules,slits in it's sides weeping thick,black blood, it has long legs, but, they seem too skinny and insubstantial to hold it's weight, It's feet have long, sharp claws, it has no arms, but it has wings,leathery, transparent, I could count the blood vessels if I wanted to, it is so detailed. One of the heads is all mouths, full of sharp teeth,gnashing and snapping, poisoned drool drips from those mouths, the other head is nothing but eyes,black,soulless eyes, full of hatred, and disdain, and violence. I could not have created this..., no man could have created this monstrosity..., it's an embodiment of all that is wrong with the universe, looking at it sends your senses into hiding. You can feel the hatred emanating from this...,this abomination. There's a title on the bottom of the image. It reads The Thing That Is, Was, And Ever Shall Be. Below that it states To Release, Consume..., what does that mean?"
"Think. You have to remember!"
"I see this..., I don't know what it is, and I don't know why I created-"
"Open your mind.Remember.Remember!Remember!"
"But, why?"
"Because only you can send it back."
An Interview With Mark Valentine About Book Collecting
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Tartarus Press continues its excellent series of videos about bibliophilia
in this interview with Mark Valentine about book collecting. In it, the
longt...
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