in the realm of the uncanny.

understand, i care only for aesthetics, and the minor arcana, all the other stuff, it's all passing parade, and the parade is anaesthetic, right, no i know, it's wrong, my brain is wrong, i don't know what to do with my brain, it's not right, it's addled with aesthetics like a zombie voting for fresh brains with fuck all to do but consume. but there is the realm of the uncanny, and that remains truly beyond the pale of power, that my love is aesthetic