Down in the Darkness where the Machines Clash
So queenspanky, alasdair, and I went to the launch of the new Tube Horror Anthology, End of the Line on Tuesday.
www.amazon.co.uk/End-Line-Christopher-Fowler/dp/1907519327/ref=sr_1_2
Michael Marshall Smith, Christopher Fowler, Adam Nevill. It's good I recommend it.
There was quite a bit of chat about what makes the Tube scary: claustrophobia, the white-rabbit pressure of lateness, the gothic potential, the vile taste of other anxious people's sweat on the recycled air.
But I think its more primal than that.
Out on a tube platform, alone, late at night. You're on a little island of light, as the dark streches away in mouth-like tunnels. Tell me there isn't something a *little* tempting about that unknown, that there isn't a tiny pull towards the dark, to see what's *really* there amongst the screeching, clashing, not-yet visible machines.
There's a tiny impulse, quickly smothered, but very real, to do something that might kill you. And an equally tiny, and real temptation to give in to it.
What isn't scary about that?
Or maybe that's just me.
www.amazon.co.uk/End-Line-Christopher-Fowler/dp/1907519327/ref=sr_1_2
Michael Marshall Smith, Christopher Fowler, Adam Nevill. It's good I recommend it.
There was quite a bit of chat about what makes the Tube scary: claustrophobia, the white-rabbit pressure of lateness, the gothic potential, the vile taste of other anxious people's sweat on the recycled air.
But I think its more primal than that.
Out on a tube platform, alone, late at night. You're on a little island of light, as the dark streches away in mouth-like tunnels. Tell me there isn't something a *little* tempting about that unknown, that there isn't a tiny pull towards the dark, to see what's *really* there amongst the screeching, clashing, not-yet visible machines.
There's a tiny impulse, quickly smothered, but very real, to do something that might kill you. And an equally tiny, and real temptation to give in to it.
What isn't scary about that?
Or maybe that's just me.