[Cross-posted at The Hackerati.]
In our deepnightmares, we’ve seen monstrous slugdogs, shoggoths of endless eyes, creatures beyond all reckoning. Wherever we look, a dog’s face stares back at us, with their cohort of unflinching finches, all beaks and eyes. We try to escape into different layers, but we are still confronted with monsters of lizards, trypophobia-inducing insects, skin melting into panflutes, mouths melting into tennis balls. Is there no hope?
