It all started twenty years ago -yes, it's so weird that i am now able to talk about things that happened twenty years ago, but i won't go deeper into that- when i was eight. I was watching an episode of The real ghostbusters with my cousins. It featured some cultsmen that were trying to awaken the great Cutulcu. It was an ok episode and of course, in the end the ghostbusters kicked Cutulcu's ass. I forgot all about it for seventeen years until one day, three years ago, when i was at the Porrúa book store, trying to find something to read. I walked by the horror fiction shelves and saw this little yellow book which read "Los mitos the Cthulhu y otros cuentos de terror", by some dude named H.P. Lovecraft. It didn't look interesting at all, so i kept wandering about the store for a couple of minutes until i realized that i had actually been walking in circles around the book. It looked so ordinary, with a yellow cover and an ilustration of something that looked like the arms of an octupus, but for some reason i couldn't get it out of my mind, so i took it with me.
It was by far one of the best decisions that i have ever made. To this day, i think that day was a major milestone in my life. It didn't take me too long to find out that Cutulcu, the old ghostbusters' foe was in fact Cthulhu, the great Cthulhu. I learnt of Abdul Alhazred, the mad arab; i attended Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee's class of political economy at the Miskatonic University, and when all of his family, but his son Wingate, turned his back on him, i also believed in him and walked by his side every step of the way until he found the Great Race's ancient library. I went all the way to Innsmouth, Dunwich, Kingsport and Arkham, and felt fascinated by their mistery and beauty. I have seen New England through the eyes of one of its greatest dwellers and i found it beautiful. Sometimes i close my eyes and dream of Lovecraft's Country. For some reason it always reminds me of the place where i grew up. The sea, the smell of salt, the never ending praries and the feeling of mistery surrounding everything.
I certainly hope that Esteban will find Lovecraft in the end.
It was by far one of the best decisions that i have ever made. To this day, i think that day was a major milestone in my life. It didn't take me too long to find out that Cutulcu, the old ghostbusters' foe was in fact Cthulhu, the great Cthulhu. I learnt of Abdul Alhazred, the mad arab; i attended Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee's class of political economy at the Miskatonic University, and when all of his family, but his son Wingate, turned his back on him, i also believed in him and walked by his side every step of the way until he found the Great Race's ancient library. I went all the way to Innsmouth, Dunwich, Kingsport and Arkham, and felt fascinated by their mistery and beauty. I have seen New England through the eyes of one of its greatest dwellers and i found it beautiful. Sometimes i close my eyes and dream of Lovecraft's Country. For some reason it always reminds me of the place where i grew up. The sea, the smell of salt, the never ending praries and the feeling of mistery surrounding everything.
I certainly hope that Esteban will find Lovecraft in the end.
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