fogwalking
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I took my dog for a walk earlier this evening in some of the thickest fog I've ever seen. Apparently its our local version of the same storm system currently dumping enormous amounts of snow across the rest of Canada. I'm not talking about a little bit of fog or anything. I'm talking about rolling banks of fog so thick that people wouldn't materialize out of it until they were within a dozen feet or so of us. Very eerie.
It got me thinking about a short story by Stephen King called Strawberry Spring about a serial killer that only comes out to play in very foggy spring weather. Don't get wrong. I'm not thinking about going on a killing spree or anything, but I guess I was thinking about how base we really are; how subtle changes in our environment cause us to completely lose our shit; how even though we like to think of ourselves as enlightened we are much more closely affected to environmental changes than any of us realize.
Apparently walking my dog makes me think too much.
Another good literary example would be Isaac Asimov's Nightfall. No fog, but same kind of theme: People going crazy once the lights go out.
It got me thinking about a short story by Stephen King called Strawberry Spring about a serial killer that only comes out to play in very foggy spring weather. Don't get wrong. I'm not thinking about going on a killing spree or anything, but I guess I was thinking about how base we really are; how subtle changes in our environment cause us to completely lose our shit; how even though we like to think of ourselves as enlightened we are much more closely affected to environmental changes than any of us realize.
Apparently walking my dog makes me think too much.
Another good literary example would be Isaac Asimov's Nightfall. No fog, but same kind of theme: People going crazy once the lights go out.
Labels: books, everything else
posted by raistlinsghost at 11/28/2006 10:42:00 PM
1 Comments:
Strawberry Spring: GREAT short story.
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