The solo sÌ©ance. A pilgrimage through the static of souls. Desperate in the dark, clutching at communication. A phrase that breaks through. A phrase that cannot be banished: ÛÏWe are the infection of your memory. We are the tiny teeth at your throat.Û – #CLNolan #WyrdWednesday
The solo séance. A pilgrimage through the static of souls. Desperate in the dark, clutching at communication. A phrase that breaks through. A phrase that cannot be banished: “We are the infection of your memory. We are the tiny teeth at your throat.” – #CLNolan #WyrdWednesday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020