MARLINSPIKE | image/idea dump

[castafiore]

part of the HOUSE idea, i.e. caught in a house of leaves-type environment, where there are rooms, corridors, and hallways that should not physically be possible within the space of the house, with each space containing a certain 'event,' so to speak, whether or not the inhabitant is aware of it or not. THE HOUSE. (the tunnel — see: akira kurosawa's dreams.) the room populated by those who died in wartime. they are not aware that they are dead, and all seek to return home. A MADNESS IN THE BLOOD. the loss of control, the destruction of something much loved, and the following horror and desire not to believe it. (there be monsters.) A MADNESS IN THE BLOOD. (even monsters want to be loved.) A MADNESS IN THE BLOOD. (something's lost that can't be found.) A MADNESS IN THE BLOOD. WHAT CAME FROM THE SEA. similar to I'M NOT AFRAID! in being populated by characters who refuse to see what lies directly in front of their eyes. monsters in human skins. OR: THE TOWN WHERE DEATH LIVES. I'M NOT AFRAID! the king cole. a grown-up VELVETEEN RABBIT. a wasteland populated by discarded toys and fantasies. "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." a horror story in the woods. of blood and honor. THE TRAVELING CIRCUS. don't want to die? then make a deal. (we'll make you into a star.) WHAT THE WAR GAVE ME. WHAT THE WAR GAVE ME. THE END OF THE WORLD. a contained environment. just a room, and nothing more. PICTURE PERFECT. by day, the perfect neighborhood. white picket fences, rose gardens, the lot. but by night, the monsters come out. THE MOON LANDING.