Thingish Things

Masque of the Red Ink

It was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the ‘Red Death.’” — Edgar Allan Poe No one can do macabre […]

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