Of all the things I shall have read,
At the Mountains of Madness
matters much. On further reflection, I suppose I haven't read any
H.P. Lovecraft at all,
even though it would appear to be Reading 101. :| An awkward gap in my
cultural constitution. Much like
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
ffs :/ and many more, but let's not digress.
Herewith it's bumped up some on the TO-READ list, as lately I oftentimes truly
find myself climbing mountains of madness — and then tumbling down them, tearing
open some more awkward gaps, this time 'round in my weary, forworn memory; and
tangibly manifested in batter and bruise. :l
Breathaking epiodes come from chemicals, but that may not be the entire story. The likelihood, mentioned elsewhere, of “more things in heaven and earth” cannot be ignored. :l As such, this blog post, too, is utterly TBC.
Lists and lists of things needing doing! What better unnecessary additional reason to finally be diving into Emacs 20 full years late 😔 – literally the ultimate processor of lists, after all. The editor for life. 🌈 But eternal ~koudwatervrees.