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LOOK AT ALL THE STORIES



into the monastery he went, and there he found some stories. from the island to the boat he came, and there he told some stories. into the great big haunted house he went, and there he lived some stories. to the monastery he went, fleeing all of those stories. and back to the house he went...

5 perspectives and counting! layers like a rotting onion; do I want to even peel these layers back? the smell is so pungent.

in this house is darkness and magic... the house is named Malpertuis. take note of the mal, French for wrong, or harm, or hurt, or bad - but this is just a family living together, an eccentric irascible uncontrollable extended family; but these are just prisoners trapped together, inmates; but this is just a collection of dreams and nightmares, gods and monsters, these people aren't real, nothing is real, except for all of the deaths - and take note of the pertuis, French for sluice, or lock chamber, or drain, or gate...



one two three women, a half-goddess a gorgon a fury. who should the boy fall in love with? how about all three!

you read this like it's a diary recounting a series of strange hallucinations. it must be metaphorical. surely it's not meant to make any sort of sense, to have any kind of logic, it just doesn't add up, it's all so surreal, what is supposed to be real, what is unreal, surely this can't be taken literally, people don't talk this way, people don't act this way.

true! people don't talk or act this way. but other things certainly do...



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