Is this a literature genre, like “routine cosmic horror”? Like it’s basically the real world with Lovecraftian horrors being real, but instead of driving humanity mad, it’s just one more annoyance on top of everything else going on.
I remember Canary Island Lanzarote - the Timanfaya National Park has this black lava scenery, that goes for MILES. Just random black rocks, fortunately there is a sea.
Once, we wanted to stargaze with SO, and I remembered that there is no possible better place to do that than a large plane without a single light source.
Unfortunatelly, it was cloudy that night, so we had to drive for half an hour back.
It was the most surreal part of the vacation. Dim lights from the car, scattered around vague black rock formations for miles on end. Everything was silent, I would not be suprised if we got teleported to another dimension. Just black rocks on each side, menacingly moving behind us, never ending, just silently cruising by us.
I read Lovecraft, but never really understood his early stories, like Dagon, until I drive thought there. My mind was running wild making up stories in that scenario.
Is this a literature genre, like “routine cosmic horror”? Like it’s basically the real world with Lovecraftian horrors being real, but instead of driving humanity mad, it’s just one more annoyance on top of everything else going on.
I remember Canary Island Lanzarote - the Timanfaya National Park has this black lava scenery, that goes for MILES. Just random black rocks, fortunately there is a sea.
Once, we wanted to stargaze with SO, and I remembered that there is no possible better place to do that than a large plane without a single light source.
Unfortunatelly, it was cloudy that night, so we had to drive for half an hour back.
It was the most surreal part of the vacation. Dim lights from the car, scattered around vague black rock formations for miles on end. Everything was silent, I would not be suprised if we got teleported to another dimension. Just black rocks on each side, menacingly moving behind us, never ending, just silently cruising by us.
I read Lovecraft, but never really understood his early stories, like Dagon, until I drive thought there. My mind was running wild making up stories in that scenario.
I came into the comments with the term “casual cosmic horror” on my lips, and the same question. It’s such an enjoyable juxtaposition of themes.
Here’s another favourite:
Got sort of a Night Vale vibe to it I think. I’d love more of this kind of stuff!
very non-specific answer but SCP is a fictional institution tasked with [REDACTED] circumstances like the OP.
https://lemmy.world/c/scp is the local thing, there’s a wiki there and here if you want to dive into endless content, nobody owns it
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