The Allure of the Unknown

There's something unsettling about the things we can't explain. Shadows that shift when no one is there, stories of lost souls wandering between worlds, strange symbols etched into history with no clear meaning. The unknown lingers in every corner of our life, whispering questions we can not answer. 

I've always been drawn to that feeling- the eerie, the unexplained, the space between reality and surreality. Kafka's work for example makes you question sometimes what is real and what isn't. His books are full of nightmares, places where logic bends and meaning slips through your fingers. And old poetry, especially the kind that speaks of ghosts, fate, dimensions and the passing of time, has a way of making you feel like you're brushing up against something ancient and nearly forgotten. 

But why do we seek out the mysterious? Fear and fascination are the two sides of the same coin. We are drawn to the things that unsettle us, that make our skin prickle and our hearts and minds race. There is a strange mistrust in things that have yet to be discovered and the fact that we can never comprehend just how little we know of the world we live in. There are secrets buried in the dark, waiting to be found- or maybe waiting for us to stop looking. 

Or perhaps, just perhaps, something is listening back. Watching. Waiting. Not with malice, not with kindness, but with the quiet patience of something that has always been there. Something older than our stories, older than our fears- waiting for us to take action in a way.

Because the most unsettling things aren't the ones we see. They're the ones that watch us when we aren't looking.

-In thought, Dash.