#I am in eskew

[lonely-dog-draws]

random Eskew portraits + a doodle

[crustaceousfaggot]

Sometimes when l tell people I like horror podcasts they go "oh, same, I love true crime!!" and I just have to nod along, because there is no way to explain to them that we exist in entirely separate worlds and also that my opinion of them just went down by like 15%

[rosenkranz-does-things]

My wife is walking towards me across the dancefloor, and as she passes, the hollow dancers wither, their ribcages folding in upon themselves, bowing in deflation.

Allegra’s face is cut with blood-black lines, etched squares and streets.

Her face is a jigsaw. Her face is a map.

Her eyes are doorways.

[macbethz]

suburbia; or the sad, quiet horror of getting everything you ever wanted

"No Surprises," Radiohead // Safe (1995) // Kingdom Come, J.G. Ballard // Blue Velvet (1986) // "Once in a Lifetime," Talking Heads // Little Shop of Horrors (1986) // Jon Ware on I Am In Eskew // Vivarium (2019) // "His 'n' Hers," Pulp // The Truman Show (1998) // White Noise, Don DeLillo // Supergod, Warren Ellis and Garrie Gastonny // 17776, Jon Bois // photograph of 1970s Las Vegas underground Cold War bunker // Disco Elysium, ZA/UM

[vvanillavveins]

Humour me for a second-

Imagine that you and a podcast protagonist of your choice are on a road trip- but you're lost, going in circles, stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no supplies and no signal.

However, there is an old paper map in the car, which your blorbo can interpret for you whilst you keep your eyes on the road.

So, with all that being said...

[ehlihr]

The city gave me a daughter, and I turned away.

[thestarsaresapphic]

listening to horror podcasts is so silly because ill be having the worst day of my goddamn life and ill be like.. you know what i need? to listen to this sad wet cat british man have an even worse day and ya know what it actually helps

[alivehouse]

thjs idiot doesnt even know that the ghost appears behind you because it already knows with absolute certainty that you will have no choice but to look back. LOL

[autoneurotic]

navigating this city is an uncoiling. how can i describe it to you? […] imagine running your hand up a lover’s back to find a spine that’s too bony and crooked and wet with—

i don’t mean to put you off coming here.

it’s been a difficult few months, and the rain never stops, and i am so

alone.

my name is david ward. i am in eskew.

[transarchivist]

ghosts; alice isn't dead, i am in eskew

[jojolavache713]

I love audio dramas because I can be listening to the most soul-crushing, stomach-turning, nightmarish stuff and at the same time I'm at the grocery store.

[angryducktimemachine]

Holy Trinity.

[very-tired-child]

MORE SENTIENT ARCHITECTURE !!!!

[aworsening]

My name is David Ward. I am in Eskew.

city song - daughers / I am in Eskew / parties paranoia violence - olivia sparrow / advertisements for architecture - bernard tschumi

[6wings-manyeyes]

[prince--kiriona]

i know it's not exactly a New take, but god i really do adore how smoothly the environments of horror-hostile cities (i am in eskew, house of leaves, tenement) are able to blend with stories about abusive relationships. like, obviously not every story with an endless liminal cityscape in it is secretly about abuse, but--

cities are supposed to be built for us. uniquely, among any enviroment humans can occupy, they are built By and For Us. they are supposed to be spaces that are Ideal for human habitation. and so if the arctic kills you, or the dead centre of an ocean, you can at least console yourself with the thought that that environment was never meant for you. it didn't hate you as you died, it simply killed you because You Were Not Meant To Be There, as impersonal as gravity.

but if a city kills you? if a city is so hostile, so unsurvivable that your mere presence there is a struggle -- that's intentional. that was designed in. and it feels like a betrayal.

this is a place that is supposed to be hospitable, and isn't. this is a place that is supposed to be a home, and can't be. and you could leave, sure, but-- you live here. you work here. you exist within the context of a place that hurts you, but you do exist within it, and leaving would be a scattering of yourself across foreign land, a place that won't be home to you. and no matter how hostile your city is, it's still a place you can live.

right?

whether the city itself loves you or not, whether it intends or not to cause you pain -- and in all of my favourite stories about this, it's always a little unclear -- it's going to keep hurting you. no matter what face it puts on, this isn't an environment you can live in. cobbled streets don't make the arctic any less cold.

so leave, or stay. the city isn't going anywhere.