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Ironically, hollowness only increases the eerie quality of otherness inherent in any echo. Delay and fragmented repetition create a sense of another inhabiting a necessarily deserted space. Strange then how something so uncanny and outside of the self, even ghostly as some have suggested, can at the same time also contain resilient comfort: the assurance that even if it is imaginary and at best the product of a wall, there is still something else out there, something to stake out in the face of nothingness.—Mark Z. Danielewski, “House of Leaves" (via alackofdistinction)
