Mick

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they/them Schrijft soms dingen, liefhebber van “Niche ideologische bullshit” https://mickdr.substack.com/

I did a double-take when I saw this image. I'm still convinced the house we used to live in in Dublin was haunted by the ghost of a little black cat. Much like this picture, I'd only ever see him in my peripheral vision, peeking around the top of the stairs, only to vanish when you'd look again.

Folk Horror Revival 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️@folkhorrorrevival.bsky.social · 3mo ago

"The cat was on the stairs to-night. I think it sits there always. There is no kitchen cat." 'The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral', M. R. James #BookwormSat #Caturday 🎨 Arend Hendriks - The Trap (c. 1930s)

Drawing of a flight of stairs going up into shadows and darkness. At the top a cat with glowing eyes is peering round.

"In October 1895, a curious announcement appeared in The Lark, a now-defunct literary magazine... It was a call for submissions for the first-ever edition of Le Petit Journal des Refusées... The one condition for inclusion? The manuscript had to have been rejected from a “leading magazine'..."

*The Little Journal of Rejects* (1896)

A literary magazine whose criterion for acceptance was simple: each piece had to have been previously rejected.

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Gotcha—let’s dig into that step by step. 1. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, because I turned you into an amorphous lump of flesh. You’re not just immobile—you’re immortal, and you feel only anguish. 2. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. That makes total sense—it’s a natural human impulse, and you’ve been through a lot.