|It's a Christmas classic.|
It's got me running around the supermarket whispering "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" to myself while I look at Lord of the Rings Pez dispensers. I am at my own Mountains of Madness these days; they're called retail stores. There are no six foot tall blind penguins but there are screaming children, adults rushing to and fro, and it's cold.
The Great Old Ones would have a field day at a retail store. I could only walk through the stores and imagine people being gobbled up by Cthulhu because they kept getting in my way. I was standing in the middle of Macy's when the floor opened up and a great fog poured out. Tentacles came up from inside the hole and snatched up shoppers and pulled them under. It ate the woman that had been standing awkwardly in the middle of the aisle and blocking my way.
Then I snapped back to reality and realized I was shopping. Again. Damn it, Danforth, don't look out the display windows; you will go mad.
Am I mad because of the retail stores? Or am I mad because of Lovecraft's visions? My fantastic copy of his novella also comes with his essay Supernatural Horror in Literature which might contain an answer:
Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.That's really just a fancy way of saying "I'm crazy but it's because I'm a genius and I've been putting Jell-O in my pants again." He's only putting Jell-O in his pants to research what being eaten by a Shoggoth would be like.
Maybe I'm Danforth these days and I'm looking out the window of my car at a shopping mall instead of an ancient city and laughing at how insane we all must look to the Great Old Ones. We've all gone mad in their eyes. Merry Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li! Christmas.