Gentian's Photographic Misadventures

[Fiction]

One more bit about architecture and recurring...not dreams, but daydreams?

This is the Osaka Public Library. Since first seeing it, I've had this image which keeps coming back to me. It's this building, in the depths of hell. Succubi and other unrecognizable demons are standing on its steps, dressed in sumptuous renaissance and Tudor era finery. The sky is red and yellow and demons flit here and there. I smell the air; it reeks of sulfur, and makes my chest squeeze and thump like it did when I visited Halemaumau Crater.

Grab a shotgun and blast the fucking demons!