Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe

by Thomas Ligotti

Though we may think we’re doing the same old thing in the same old way day in and day out, fluctuations from the norm are the norm. You can’t step into the same river twice, as the philosopher said. Each passing moment diverts to follow its own course from the one before, often quite strangely.

alchemy, as you’ve probably gathered, and not that other kind which theorized that everything was struggling toward an auric perfection. Lead into gold, lower matter into higher spirit. No, it’s not like that. Just the opposite, in point of fact.

my rage against a world that applauds trumped-up illusions while denying or demeaning those that create the very lives they are living.