I would like to meet...

He was a weird, quite unkown man in his time. He lived in New England in XX century, raised by a religious fanatic mother and some cold aunts. About his father, I don't know, there's no much information about him, only that he became crazy and died when this man was a little boy. Spoiled and scrawny, this boy was raised in a very irregular home, because of his family had gradually lost rank since their arrival to the United States from England. Because of this, this person grew up believeing in the proud of his blood, the despise of the others, and an extremely outrageous to the outside world. But wait, I don't support his thoughts or behaviour, as opposed to him, I think you have to go out to the world, and respect everyone, because everyone's blood is precious. Anyway, this man, solitary and racist, is the one I would had liked to meet because of his fascinating imagery. He became a writer, and in his sick mind he invented a whole universe of terror and epic battles between beings we can hardly imagine. He created a circle of myths, named The Myths of Kthulu, which appear in a supposed book he said was called the Necronomicon, written by an insane arabian named Abdul Al-Azhred  in the Middle Ages. This was an invention, that man and that book doesn`t exist, there are many editions of that book nowadays but they're all false, or written by other people, not Al-Azhred, and neither so old. The man I was talking about before, the one I would have liked to meet, became a prisoner of his own nightmares. He, and some other writers, wanted to reform terror literature. They thought it was too romantic, too "human", with Mary Shelley's and Bram Stocker's legacy, their characters where too close to our imagination: the graves, coffins and blood where too real, too known for every human being, after the war. They needed more sublime, something greater, stronger, far from religious and law, far from HUMAN. So he invented the creatures with kilometres of height, from out of space and out of time, living in a dream that's going to be interrupted by the pray of one single priest. He was terryfied about the sea beacuse he believed that there lived unnamed terrors, and his work is known as cosmic terror because of the size of his creations, bigger than anything we can imagine, only we can understand that knowledge trough the reading. He died when he was only 47, plunged in terrible pain by a gastric cancer. His name: Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

-"Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time."
H. P. Lovecraft.-