That's how it went with the 'Gets: you forgot the little things first, then the not-so-little thing, then the big ones. Next, the critical ones. In time, your heart forgot how to beat, your lungs how to breathe. You die knowing nothing at all.
Happy Halloween, I guess.
You know what scares me above all else? Don't laugh too hard: aliens. Fucking space horror movies terrify me to no end. Why is that so? I asked myself that question over and over again and the answer is rather obvious: the unknown. The greatest fear of the human race. I guess I'm not that special. The idea that my notion of reality might be just an insignificant reflection of what the universe really is paralyzes me with fear. This very idea is the subject of Nick Cutter's new novel THE DEEP and it should've struck me down with fear like some kind of telepath boogeyman. It didn't happen. THE DEEP had a couple genuine moments of pure horror, but it's a flawed novel with pacing issues that waltzed with my suspension of disbelief a little too often to live up to its ambitious goals.