The book details the arrival of the Nyctophiliac, phantom and lover, in a garden. The lovers whisper to each other and hatch their "terrible secret". The details are at times lurid - "a great moth-feathered shadow" and "long sweet drips of blood".

thinking about the first time i ever heard my heartbeat and how strange it was, and why i do not feel that strangeness anymore

Sloe-eyed, translucent-jellied things spasm against the glass. We can't fix them, but at least we care for them. They're so old. They remember things. I think they watch me back.

i lick my teeth. my apologies, my tongue wants to remain unwet and couldn't find another surface. i lick my teeth.

Every year, the plants and bugs and weather here deepen their imitation of previous annual versions of themselves. They never get it right.

Lost another balloon today. That's now 63 that have gone up and not come back down.

thinking about that old joke. guy walks into a doctor's office, says 'doc, i wanna feel pain but also joy, and be hollow but also fulfilled'. joke was that he's a moth or something

No I love the JUST SLOP IT UP slogan but I feel it doesn't fit with our "brand" and this is exactly the sort of thing you promised you wouldn't do when we transferred control of the government to your species

Found a pub on the coast next to a cliff, labelled "World's End". It's not true. Just a pub. The real world's end is deeper & older.

Visited the New Jersey Property Dispute Walkway. Supposedly they have a 1.5 million year old mummy here but they don't let you see it. Only heard it.

New dream just dropped. Onlookers gawked at me, pressed ears to my chest to listen. "Not even the slightest buzz," said one. "Practically a dead man."

Always so awkward explaining to the new hires about the closing shift. It's a big building. Maintenance can't check every room before nightfall. If you see something, just go, man.

Wish my skin had more muscles in it? another lidless eye or two in the elbow ditches couldn't hurt right? just a few more TEETHS

thinking about prehistoric peoples trembling in shadows before an unknown breeze, knowing that something ancient and cold would like to play with them.

Found a chest full of teeth beneath my floor-boards. It does not speak, but the implication is clear: "Twenty thousand more. I will be a god."

I'd make such a good detective. There are lots of clues wherever I go. Old dental records. Mysterious vertebrae. Stuff like that.

Incredible rush of wind and crackling electricity as all monsters are recalled into myth. Suddenly you're at "brunch" and the restaurant only serves humans.

The detective tastes the soil, sniffs the air, whispers to the cicadas... he knows they're all in on it, all the aspects of Nature and Her emissaries... they're all playing him for an absolute FOOL...

Heard a man say he'd 'broken into an aquarium.' Claiming God's in there, just sleeping. Who'd put God in an aquarium?

Detective has an intense investigation wall with exactly 1 thumbtack and 5,000 red strings all leading straight to the thumbtack. "Wow... what a tangled web we weave...."