It's Apophany O'Clock at Kittysneezes! Christopher Sloce is back with a look at the Backrooms and how we're ultimately doomed to seeing the Jeff the Killer Cinematic Universe.

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Apophany

It’s no surprise, really. The hare was never the point. Or rather, the hare itself was not the point; as one seeker from Texas wrote, “Where would I ever wear such a thing anyway? What would the cashiers say about me after I left K Mart or Safeway?” The point was finding—finding the connection, finding the pattern, finding the clue that makes it all fall into place. Finding the explanation that forces chaos to cohere into meaning, that staves off nihilism for one more day. The addictive thrill of apophany. For one person, the treasure of Masquerade was a piece of gold. For hundreds of thousands of others, the treasure was meaning—the belief that, for a little while, within specific boundaries, everything could make sense. And while the hare could only be found in one place, meaning can be found in many. You’ll probably have to put it there yourself, of course, but then again, that’s easy. That’s what we do.