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My memories are very confused. There is even much doubt as to where they begin, for at times I feel

appalling vistas of years stretching behind me, while at other times it seems as if the

present moment were an isolated point in a gray formless infinity.

I am not even certain how I am communicating this message.

Well I know I am speaking. I have a vague impression that some strange and perhaps terrible

meditation will be needed to bear what I say to the points where I wish it to be heard. My identity too is bewilderingly cloudy.

I seem to have suffered a great shock, perhaps from some utterly monstrous outgrowth of my cycles of unique, incredible

experience.

These cycles of experience, of course, all stem from that worm-rittled book.

That was the first paragraph of H.P. Lovecraft's

The book.

And you are listening to the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast at H.P.Pondcraft. And who are you? And who are you?

Mm.

Chris Lackey!

Hey, this seems like your identities become muddled.

I know, I'm so confused.

In the formless infinity.

Well, I know who I am.

I'm Chad Pfeiffer.

Oh, great.

Glad to be here again, once more doing a double feature.

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