Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe

by Thomas Ligotti

Within the darkness ahead there suddenly appears a tall rectangle, like a ticket-seller’s booth at a carnival. The lower part is composed of wood and the upper part of glass. Its interior is lit up by an oily red glare. Slumped forward on its seat inside the booth, as if asleep, is a well-dressed dummy: nicely fitting black jacket and vest with bright silver buttons, a white high-collar shirt with silver cufflinks, and a billowing cravat which displays a pattern of moons and stars. Because his head is forwardly inclined, the dummy’s only feature of note is the black sheen of its painted hair.

Would make a lovely art piece

Every one of us, having been stolen from nonexistence, opens his eyes on the world and looks down the road at a few convulsions and a final obliteration.

kind of unclean outpouring from the black sewers of space.