#15 -- A FACE IN A CLOUD NO TRACE IN THE CROWD
To get a better idea try this: focus on these words, and whatever you do don't let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can't see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That's where it is. Right at this moment. But don't look. Keep your eyes here. Now take a deep breath. Go ahead, take an even deeper one. Only this time as you exhale try to imagine how fast it will happen, how hard it's gonna hit you, how many times it will stab your jugular with its teeth or are they nails?, don't worry, that particular detail doesn't matter, because before you have time to process that you should be moving, you should be running, you should at the very least be flinging up your arms-you sure as hell should be getting rid of this book-you won't have time to even scream.
Don't look.
Or in other words: shy from the sky. No answer lies there. It cannot care, especially for what it no longer knows. Treat that place as a thing unto itself, independent of all else, and confront it on those terms. You alone must find the way. No one else can help you. Every way is different. And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish.
Quod evenit in labyrintho properantilous:
Ipsa illos velocitas inplicat.
[˙pə - ˙pəlƃuɐʇuə əɹɐ noʎ əsɹoʍ əɥʇ 'oƃ noʎ ɹəʇsɐɟ əɥʇ :əzɐɯ ɐ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ ʎɹɹnɥ noʎ uəɥʍ suəddɐɥ ʇɐɥʍ sı sıɥʇ]
[Three quotes/sections taken from different places in House of Leaves (though the last was from Seneca, originally, and I flipped the translation upside down). The whole thing might not make much sense put together in an attempt to have them make sense together, but fjdkslkjsf WH-WHEN DID MANIA DO SUCH ANYWAY. ; A; /RUNSFORIT Agjksldf BUT IT SUDDENLY HIT ME LIKE A BOULDER OVER THE HEAD TODAY HOW MUCH THIS BOOK SORT OF HAS IN COMMON WITH THIS EVENT. ; w; (I am so slow. OTL;;) Though I don't currently have said book on me so I cannot look up specific specific quotes-- ; A; B-But yes! THAT IS ALL!!]
Don't look.
Or in other words: shy from the sky. No answer lies there. It cannot care, especially for what it no longer knows. Treat that place as a thing unto itself, independent of all else, and confront it on those terms. You alone must find the way. No one else can help you. Every way is different. And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish.
Quod evenit in labyrintho properantilous:
Ipsa illos velocitas inplicat.
[˙pə - ˙pəlƃuɐʇuə əɹɐ noʎ əsɹoʍ əɥʇ 'oƃ noʎ ɹəʇsɐɟ əɥʇ :əzɐɯ ɐ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ ʎɹɹnɥ noʎ uəɥʍ suəddɐɥ ʇɐɥʍ sı sıɥʇ]
[Three quotes/sections taken from different places in House of Leaves (though the last was from Seneca, originally, and I flipped the translation upside down). The whole thing might not make much sense put together in an attempt to have them make sense together, but fjdkslkjsf WH-WHEN DID MANIA DO SUCH ANYWAY. ; A; /RUNSFORIT Agjksldf BUT IT SUDDENLY HIT ME LIKE A BOULDER OVER THE HEAD TODAY HOW MUCH THIS BOOK SORT OF HAS IN COMMON WITH THIS EVENT. ; w; (I am so slow. OTL;;) Though I don't currently have said book on me so I cannot look up specific specific quotes-- ; A; B-But yes! THAT IS ALL!!]