Skeletunes
ISSUE #174
My world has always frightened me. Every choice shuts the door on another, and every day contorts itself into some shape I’ve never seen. Fear is a reaction to loss of control—we must flee or fight to regain it.
For all my terror, I find delight in apprehending the grotesque. It’s the illness we ignore that tends to kill us, after all. So let us stare our specters in the eye—we’ll be dancing step-in-step with them for the next few weeks.
In all 7½ years of Earwyrms, Halloween has yet to descend upon a Friday… until this year, baby! Oh, we’d gotten close to completing the bloody ritual in past years, but all it took was one meddling leapfrog from 2019’s Thursday to that Saturday in 2020 to completely waste a decade.