Somehow, it is an iconic day for me...

I always think back to a quote from HT. Let me go dig it up:

I sat up in bed, did some less than coordinated stretching, and started to recall random fragments of the night: Rocky Horror music, eyeballs, Twix, and running at top speed... What about the figure in the yard? I got up and looked out the window again. It was the same sight as always, only now it was November 1st, and everything was drenched in rain.

*looks out the window* Yes, everything IS drenched in rain. But Halloween was nothing special or interesting. I was at work. 

Still, it's a very transitory day, where I "wake up" from the tunnel vision of October, in which I was scrambling to make a costume, or trying my best to soak in the spirit of the month while it lasted. Okay, so, November 1st. Now what? There is less to grab onto, that helps define the experience I'm having, or that informs the direction in which I should go. It's almost too much freedom all of a sudden. Will the rain hinder me, physically or in spirit? Who am I?

Kidding. lol But yes, it's very much that sort of tune. I'll need a moment to find my grip and start climbing something new, or something else. I actually love November. It's atmospheric in its own right, lots of cozy things. In just a couple days, on the 3rd, it will be the tenth anniversary of being introduced to Nosferatu, the film that changed my trajectory as a student, inspired my first cosplay, and also inspired the start of a TV mini-series. Whoops - never even sort of finished that. 

Perhaps I could see November as the month of Nosferatu. So then, what does that mean it's about? Embracing the cold, drawing inspiration from the night, keeping my curtains open so that I can peer out the window. Deciding what is beautiful about the grotesque. Stringing together poetry of monstrosities. Thinking about how a work might give one experiencing it a hypnotic, even addictive, sense of dread. Stimmung. Which, when I think about it, has been set up pretty well in CRYSTAL PALACE, which from henceforth I'll write in all caps because it just seems more fitting. 

I think there is something within HT, even though I'm not planning to write it soon, that still applies. What begins on November 1st for Lily, my narrator? A game between her and Mischief. Poking and prodding of the other. Finding that attraction/fascination alone can send her off the rails. Risks. Inviting the monsters nearer. 

*shrugs* Dunno why I'm writing this entry in such a way, but there it is. Food for thought. Snacks for meditation.