The Illustrated Encyclopedia of an Imaginary Universe

Somewhere in Kansas.
Autumn, 1986.

The first true light I’ve seen not tainted by loathing and instinctual fear. Something scurries in the corner, a scrabble of roach legs fast on crinkled paper. It’s raining somewhere but I can only tell by the smell.

The building creaks at night or when the wind is rough. The girl I found won’t eat anymore and she screams at me when I bring her food. I can’t see out of my left eye anymore and some of the fingers on my left hand are number and I can no longer move them.

Below the bottom. And below that. Then below that. I cannot pursue any deeper although I have seen that there is something below even this. I hope something comes up to find me, to tell me, for I cannot descend another level. My strength is dead.