Victims of Other Entities: And so I watched the skinwalker that used to be my wife sprint towards me on all fours with its neck bent at a full 180 degree angle. I only got away because it tripped and fell into the lit fireplace and turned to ash immediately. I don’t sleep anymore and I honestly wish God just would kill me already.
Victims of The Buried: God I ffucnking LOVE Dirt. OOh Boy that Shit is GOOD. No Thing on this God Forsaken planet brings me more EUPHORIA than Digging a B I G Hole. I crawl on all fours and c l a w at the e a r th as I pine for its tender Embrace. It torments my VERY SOUL that I cannot simply i n h a l e it Straight Into My Bloodstream. I’ve decided that eating fistfuls of potting soil is the next best thing.
Yes! I'm not a hundred percent sure if it's about The Buried, The Dark or The Spiral, but one of my favourite episodes is Lost Johns' Cave. I enjoy how she talks about spelunking even though I would never do it. It's kind of lovely the way she describes caving as an intimate thing.
It's curious because my biggest fear is being overwhelmed by the amount of unending, repetitive, boring tasks I have to do everyday, the futility of it all. And that fear is very The Buried-coded, although in a psychological or mental kind of way. But I LOVE the coziness people get from the physical side of The Buried. I think of it as a weighted blanket or a very tight hug.
In these always occupied, never resting times that we live in, isn't it just nice to have an excuse to not move at all? Isn't it nice that the restrictions aren't mental or imposed by society, they're just purely physical? To be fully present in your body and forget about other people? Fuck, I'm just like that guy in A Gravedigger's Envy (minus the killing). I don't want to die, I just wanna rest.
I don't know, I really dig (pun intended) The Buried.
IM SAYING LIKEEE GOD FORBID WE YEARN FOR THE EARTH FROM WHERE WE CAME
