House of Leaves is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but its also about recovering from fear.

Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.

Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.