Peering In From The Outside

Another year passed without entry on my own little record of life's descent into madness. Caught up lifting the veil, peering past the facade of normalcy, learning truths none were meant to know. I'll spare you to worst of it. Of what lay in wait in back alleys, what nameless horrors lurk behind you until you turn your head. The King has fallen in public consciousness, he lashes out in impotent fury. Ironically, the more he appeared, the sooner he lost the element of fear. Inured through repeat exposure, those who would spread his image turned it into an inside joke, easter eggs and little cameos and cutesy videos and drawings of an adult nature. Passionate coupling with the most famous of Lovecraft's nightmares. I should be relieved. I should feel like we won. Finally. At long last, the King has lost his power. We have dragged him from the shadows, into the light, where his strength is for naught, and, bored, his victims deny his plans to intrude upon reality, relega