What is more, pressed no doubt by the brevity of their earthly term, human beings are less patient than the house; things remain after them, things — like the stones of which accursed dwellings are made. Human beings are animated by the feverish haste of sheep tumbling through abattoir gates — they will not rest until they have taken their place under the great candle-snuffer that is Malpertuis.
— Nov 12, 2024 05:01PM
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