this is so much like a nightmare ive have again and again its too strange to be watching it and not dreaming it.

i used to dream so much of abattoirs, dirty and disgusting and caked with blood and gore. it was always warm and all the rot had heated up and stunk and covered in flies. there were contraptions of all imagination for every conceivable use of mutilation. as much as everything was dead there was also so much alive, just on the brink of meeting its end.