distant towers in woodland glimpsed from afar but never there when you try to get to them
shaking low camera angles running very fast
watching eating close up so you can see strings of saliva
tall hedges too carefully trimmed
animals talking only when your back is turned
being watched by something in the dark
people falling over for no reason that i can see
cameras having a life of their own
face like a humanised wolf there behind the window when you pull the curtains at night when youre alone
blood dripping from trees
forgetting why youre there when you get somewhere
music that sounds like it should be played in cathedrals where people are tortured in front of an audience
politicians meeting in secret to eat human flesh and laugh
shaking so much your head comes loose and you see everything like its been badly printed
lots of people dancing to no music but theyre all dancing the same
woods where no birds sing
dolls having teeth and moving around at night
night falling very very quickly
how to cope if i survive a nuclear war
waking up in a dream of another town
eating and then looking down and realising i have been eating maggots and worms
forgetting how to understand speech
cars being personalities that alter drivers like in a stephen king story
baskets full of heads of animals and people between the normal baskets at a market
people you know casually revealing that they are demonic entities
trees looking like theyve been placed for some evil mathematical game
geographical landmarks moving around from day to day
sadness and nostalgia for an idealised and nonexistent past
being strangled by sentient trees whilst walking alone in the woods
my social interaction being an elaborate joke for the amusement of unknown others
winning something then getting horribly injured on the way to collect the prize
drowning in grain after a lorry tips over or by falling in a silo
--donwood