Mists rising from grates, dark and glistening streets, infinite shadow and mystery.
Things loom large in the magical recesses of a young boy’s brain.
The world is open-ended at that time, dreams and nightmares—and surreal events in the gnarled, twisting unconscious as you’re “carried along” in a larger-than-life fever.
Strange tastes, smells, and sensations—one big “impressionistic montage” as fairy tales live inside.
Scary, exhilarating. . . . . . and wonderfully dangerous.
Life oozes blackly, inexorable and surreal.
Half-glimpsed references, curling back on itself in a dungeon where a bright, gap-toothed bucket of Halloween candy grins in welcome.