Month: March 2020

@Richard_Kadrey So, which one of us is going to suggest an anthology where we all pick a title?

So, which one of us is going to suggest an anthology where we all pick a title?

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@jessnevins Well yes, but there was a time when HH‰Ûªs bodyguards included Bruce Lee and Steve McQueen … And not just in my comic book script about HH the Vampire of Vegas.

Well yes, but there was a time when HH’s bodyguards included Bruce Lee and Steve McQueen … And not just in my comic book script about HH the Vampire of Vegas.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey Islands In The Sky or The Man Who Loved The Rain.

Islands In The Sky or The Man Who Loved The Rain.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey As someone with a long-term sleep disorder, I find this one of the most frightening titles.

As someone with a long-term sleep disorder, I find this one of the most frightening titles.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey It is a terrible condition. A slow-crumpling of function, like a Coke can being squeezed down. An unpicking of health and slow furring of the brain. Erosions its constancy.

It is a terrible condition. A slow-crumpling of function, like a Coke can being squeezed down. An unpicking of health and slow furring of the brain. Erosions its constancy.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey It is like living under an occupation. Adapting. Accommodating. A slippery acceptance of a terrible state.

It is like living under an occupation. Adapting. Accommodating. A slippery acceptance of a terrible state.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey It is like walking on a thin crust of ice. Whatever strategy you adopt, there is always a sense that it will give out under you. Also that feeling that you are constantly out of phase with the eight-hour-world, never entirely present.

It is like walking on a thin crust of ice. Whatever strategy you adopt, there is always a sense that it will give out under you. Also that feeling that you are constantly out of phase with the eight-hour-world, never entirely present.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey The default setting of the insomniac is unease. Too much of the hollow hours clings to daylight. The perceptive grime no shower will ever fix.

The default setting of the insomniac is unease. Too much of the hollow hours clings to daylight. The perceptive grime no shower will ever fix.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 2, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey Aye. It makes us phase ghosts, desperately trying to anchor to the accepted real, trying to grasp, to make purchase from being pulled further out by the tide into a dissolving.

Aye. It makes us phase ghosts, desperately trying to anchor to the accepted real, trying to grasp, to make purchase from being pulled further out by the tide into a dissolving.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey I have reached a point where pills don‰Ûªt work. After a few days, my body finds a way to swerve them. When the next suggested treatment Is electroshock … you cling to the ghost of what you were and tell yourself: I will make do with this.

I have reached a point where pills don’t work. After a few days, my body finds a way to swerve them. When the next suggested treatment Is electroshock … you cling to the ghost of what you were and tell yourself: I will make do with this.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 3, 2020