The Distant Nightmare
I used to think a nightmare was something that happened inside your head. Something private, intractable, locked behind the eyelids like a film reel playing in a cinema no one else could enter. Then I learned that some nightmares live in the world outside—built into brick and mortar, stored in the geometry of a room, passed from one person to another the way a tuning fork passes its vibration...
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