acker-threshold

Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I’m at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.

Thought:

“I’m having the kind of dreams I have when a book is trying to tell me who to be so I can write it… I get up early, wincing away from them, feeling both manic and depressed.”

M. John Harrison

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