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“I know in a way I never knew before that there is nowhere for me to go, nothing for me to do, and no one for me to know. The voice in my head keeps reciting these old principles of mine. The voice is his voice, and the voice is also my voice. And there are other voices, voices I have never heard before, voices that seem to be either dead or dying in a great moonlit darkness. More than ever, some sort of new arrangement seems in order, some dramatic and unknown arrangement -- anything to find release from this heartbreaking sadness I suffer every minute of the day (and night), this killing sadness that feels as if it will never leave me no matter where I go or what I do or whom I may ever know.”

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Book:The nightmare factory
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The nightmare factory

This book explores the eerie and surreal aspects of nightmares, examining the psychological and emotional impact they can have on individuals. It takes readers on a haunting journey through the depths of the human psyche, revealing the hidden fears and desires that lie within. more

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Thomas Ligotti
Thomas Ligotti

Thomas Ligotti, born on July 9, 1953, is an American author known for his surrealistic and existentialist themes that explore the absurdity and despair of human existence. His distinctive writing style has earned him a dedicated following among readers. more

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