These illustrations are so unsettlingly awesome.
We learn from Wikipedia that the Rorsasch blot test of the twentieth century was based on a nineteenth century game. I'd like to know what, but these illustrations, with their undoubted parallels to some of Victor Hugo's experiments with the chance configurations of ink, seem to look forward to the institutional usage and undermining it from within: to be seeing what we think we're seeing, mustn't we be a little sick? Or is it the psychologists who are wrong, the symptom revelatory, not of the individual's state of mind, but of the world, of something science must ignore? A dilemma close to Todorov's the essence of the Fantasic.
All I see is happiness and cheer!(I'm a little disappointed for changing my original title for this post, which was Ligotti's quote "The nightmare of being alive.")
Dear Will, I always enjoy your journeys and have nominated you for The Stylish Blogger Award. You can find the particulars of the award on my blog Porcelains and Peacocks. Kind regards, Kendra