Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.

Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity

In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.

Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . .

I could not help feeling that they were evil things-- mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething , half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.