There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Where so ever you may wander, there's no place like...home. But you see, I don't live where you live. My home is not the kind of place that most people like to visit. It's hot. It's wet. Dark. You can only really see it once the sun goes down.
There's screeching. Howling. A symphony of rage that crawls up the back of your neck and rips out your ear drum. Shadows that drown you in a bubbling, cauldron of ebony that will grip your soul and whither your dreams on the vine. But I welcome you to join me. To join my family and feel the love that you can only feel when there is nothing left by desperation. TO BE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
This. Is Carcosa. And when you sail down that river of fear and understand that hate is all that can sustain you, you will understand everything that I have been trying to say.