first zine completed, and being prepped for printing. happy to send this one off given it was started last August and has a lot of ghosts with it.
I was listening to an old favorite song from the soundtrack of the Brave Little Toaster and it makes me think about the type of horror that I love. Not as a genre, but the undercurrent you sometimes sense in certain media. Not even as a scene, scare, plot beat, or tacky symbolism - it's a subtle peculiar lived-in horror of the id that's most potent through poetry or lyrics. That sing-song (silent scream) aching familiarity you sometimes feel in your bones and makes old skeletons rattle.
That movie and Hellsing has a lot in common there.