a lush and seething hell, pt. 1.
dialogue prompts from a lush and seething hell: two tales of cosmic horror by john hornor jacobs.
violence leaves its mark, and horror makes siblings of us all.
would you like to know my given name?
are you still in mourning?
you’re quite the bookworm.
we all have to work, do we not?
you do not know what i’ve been through.
there is a beyond and beneath to every person.
the world thinks you’re dead.
i’m not beautiful, and you’re not smitten.
did you know who i was before we met?
you can be very charming, when you have a mind to be.
i am old, and have nothing to lose.
at some point, every exile must return home.
what if i don’t want you to go?
you’ve got a real hard-on for authority.
sartre had it right: hell is other people.
i am a mystery, even to myself.
blood calls to blood. bad calls to bad.
i miss our conversations and our time together.
hell must be full of poor academics.
i imagine you have some questions.
the body wants to live, even if the mind has given in.
are there pictures in your wallet?
the hand that kills cannot be the hand that resurrects.
there are other worlds than these.
i’m glad you reconsidered.
feed the cat. for your protection.
i don’t even know if i’ve ever loved anything.
we kill part of ourselves with each loss of innocence.
we’re all sorry. i’m sorry. you’re sorry.
maybe this place is haunted.
that’s a door you do not want to open.
there are ghosts here: ghosts of myself, ghosts of people i knew.
divorced? i didn’t know you’d even been married.
there are no endings, just beginnings.
hopefully i won’t dream tonight.
i know where i am. do you know where you are?