Status Updates From Secret Hours

at once extremely lovecraftian and at once extremely not. really into the unique vibes of this author so far.

wordy cosmic philosophy-horror. always a good mood, and the metafictional elements in the three stories ive read so far are a nice touch; hope the whole collection leans into it

Last several stories, those read tonight and omw from yesterday, have been the best yet. Typically Cisco density much of the time, can't remember the last time an author other than him took this long to read yet kept me coming back for more.

On the sidewalk, only very rarely would you glimpse a half-imaginary walker, in the distance, or retracting into a doorway, where reflections of the dim streetlights would momentarily slide across the varnished surface of an otherwise invisible shutting door. In those days, one knocked at the doors of restaurants, and was admitted only after an up-and-down glance tossed from a high peephole.

As I said I wandered everywhere in those days and all the different parts of the city slid by me like scenes projected on a screen, I mean I was floating along like a man in a current, in a river and so not in contact with the land sliding past me at all, and if I saw no 'handholds' to catch on to but I did after all see all sorts of handholds floating by, but I wouldn't grasp them, I let them go on [...]

... in finding a simple way to live I could not fail to realize that I would certainly die in Mur, alone, helpless and in silence. And I thought, by all means let my flesh rot and slough off, let me be a stained tea-colored skeleton, so that out of my false face might bloom the skull's imperishable grin ... my true face ...