![]() ![]() ![]() So, At the Mountains of Madness left a mark on a certain impressionable thirteen-year-old, who is now a jaded twenty-two-year-old with a blog and a deeply seated admiration for Lovecraft’s work. On my morning walks to the bus stop, well before sunrise, I would think of those lines from Lovecraft, and the eerie music from 2001 would play in my head, and I would find it so dreadfully easy to imagine the unknowable vastness of the cosmos bearing down on me. The above passage in particular really hit hard for countless aeons, while humanity left the trees and discovered fire and played out its petty dramas of conquest, this city had waited quietly and completely undisturbed in a dark corner of the Earth. How to describe the impact it had on me? I was, to put it mildly, spellbound by Lovecraft’s adventure through an ancient city in the ice, totally enamored with the excitement of exploration on the one hand and the aura of ancient, terrible mystery on the other. ![]()
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