Blackwood spent years in the Canadian wilderness before he wrote this. It shows. The horror isn’t supernatural exactly — it’s geographical. Something about the scale of that landscape, the indifference of it, the sense that human beings are an afterthought.

I read it on a Tuesday in March. The site outside my window is approximately forty feet by twenty. I found this oddly comforting.

— G. H. Schreiber

31/03/2026