Month: March 2005

The last few months I’ve had a grow­ing sense of hor­ror stem­ming from the crum­tas­tic­ness of cur­rent events. It isn’t fist-in-the-mouth scream­ing hor­ror, but more like being slow­ly cov­ered in slimy ice water. It isn’t fear, this hor­ror is some­thing dif­fer­ent. I guess fear is when you give some­thing pow­er over you and hor­ror is when you know you have pow­er over noth­ing.
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