The Call of Cthulhu

The most merciful thing in the world, he says, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. Then he correlates them. A nephew inherits a box of papers he should have burned: a clay bas-relief, a policeman’s report from a swamp, a clipping about a ship that came home wrong. Artists have been dreaming the same geometry. Sailors have seen a coastline that is not on any chart. Something in the Pacific has been asleep a very long time, and the sleep is not as sound as it was. This is not a ghost story. It is a file. Once the pieces touch, they do not come apart.