Something Close to Indestructible

Less Than Pulp, Issue 62

I’m still recovering from what was, by far, my hardest week in the indie horror scene. No, I won’t be recapping it or weighing in because I am frankly exhausted. I’m not dead, though; I’m simply back to embracing the liminal, the meditative dormancy of living and working underground, behind-the-scenes, and of transforming into something close to indestr…