You know what actually terrifies me?
Unicorns—just the thought of their cloying eyes, big and empty like smooth marbles.
Rainbows—their multicolored elation, delirious and fanatic like a drunkard’s idea of good company.
And the noise of perpetual laughter where it’s so loud and consistent that it becomes visible. As in, you can see the vibrations in the air, and it’s all dizzy, sounds become visuals and visuals become sounds until you can taste the disorientation on your tongue.
That’s horror for me.
Something has to be wrong if a person can’t stop laughing. Something’s terribly wrong.
P.S. Call me Ithaka. Everything I do is organized here.