The real “horror” of Hill House is not ghosts. It’s grief and trauma and broken relationships. It’s being alone and losing someone and living without them. The real horror is human.
The real horror isn’t an afterlife full of ghosts, but the opposite: an afterlife full of nothingness.
Also have you noticed the traditional skills that men are supposed to have are mostly all things that only come up for specific situations, like changing a tire when the tire goes out, fixing the house when it needs to be fixed, fixing the car when it won’t work, and the traditional skills expected of women are things that have to be done everyday and always, like doing the dishes, cooking, and taking care of children.
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
— Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November (via fuckyeahmoomins)