The mind balks at the idea that these mysteries will never be solved. Which, of course, has no bearing on their solvability.
Caitlin R Kiernan, Agents of Dreamland [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
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- Totalitopia
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- “The thing gets no stations out here, no rabbit ears needed. We don’t need networks and programming; we need only noise. We need only snow, electromagnetic noise, man, semut bertengkar as Indonesians say, which translates into something like ‘war of the ants.’ Radio waves, cosmic microwave background radiation”
- The Dark Labyrinth
- “Blood-eyed wretches faint in spectacles of rank worship, their blue bodies reeling, the obscene ceremony nothing but formless candle fat. Shadows fall over the dark flowers, trumpets sound in the deserted cloisters, and projected mysteries die in a storm of little words and dancing willows flushed of heaven.”