that my memory is broken, i do not wonder

i have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found rue d'auseil. these maps have not been modern maps alone, for i know that names change. i have, on the contrary, delved deeply into all the antiquities of the place; and have personally explored every region, of whatever name, which could possibly answer to the street i knew as the rue d'auseil. but despite all i have done it remains an humiliating fact that i cannot find the house, the street, or even the locality, where, during the last months of my impoverished life as a student of metaphysics at the university, i heard the music of erich zann.
that my memory is broken, i do not wonder; for my health, physical and mental, was gravely disturbed throughtout the period of residence in the rue d'auseil..............

from the music of erich zann, december 1921 by h.p. lovecraft.

this quote had such a profound effect on me, i made a video based on it.
i have started reading lovecraft again (at the mountains of madness). lovecraft writes so well about memory, horror, perception, and melancholia.

h.p. lovecraft (at right) with poet and farmer arthur goodenough

also of note: at the mountains of madness is futher experienced through these posts: polar expeditions, veils of light, you cracked like the ice.... because it takes place in antarctica.