(forgot to crosspost here, ooops)
This was what I like to call a slow release story. My initial reaction was still positive. I definitely enjoyed this short story. . . but it took some days for it to have its full effect, and over a week later, I’m low-key obsessed with how impossible it is to really know for sure what I’ve read. This is top-notch unreliable narrator goodness. I don’t doubt, for a second, that our ill-fated protagonist did what they did at the end there (no spoilers here, no worries), but I am forever going to wonder why.
Did they really see what they thought they saw, or was it a series of hallucinations brought about by a combination of sleep deprivation, overwork, and a fixation that hurtled towards obsession and kept on going? I also have to wonder how much their religious upbringing contributed to the gruesome outcome. If they’d been an atheist with only a scholarly interest in Angels, would this story still have unfurled the same way?
In any case, Incorrect Eyes was a remarkable exhibition of paranoia that I’m not likely to shake off anytime soon (nor do I want to).
My dorky self even felt inspired to write a poem afterwards, LOL.