House of Leaves
by Mark Z. Danieleweski
this House of Leaves appreciation blog is brought to you by Kaleb, Jess, and Chris.
The walls are endlessly bare. Nothing hangs on them, nothing defines them. They are without texture. Even to the keenest eye or most sentient fingertip they remain unreadable. You will never find a mark there. No trace survives. The walls oblierate everything. They are permanetly absolved of all record. Oblique, forever obsure and unwritten. Behold the perfect pantheon of absence.