He drank in the cool morning air floating about him. Rays of early sunlight tipped over the top of the houses. Just ahead, there was a crash and a yelp, followed by several menacing barks. Jacob crouched instinctively, and cautiously made his way towards the sounds. In the narrow space between two houses, a large …
Lovecraft: "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents" …but maybe writing can help us make sense of this mess!
Diary of a Madwoman 