"I could hear the specks of life that crawled beneath my clothing, the rotting of the great tree which rose from its three-cornered trunk above me. I could hear the darkness gathering against me and the silences that lay between the moving things." Robert Leckie, Helmet for My Pillow (1957)
"...when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.” Jeff Vandermeer, Annihilation (2014)















