Sacabibdis
I am a delegator of sorts to humankind.
The pages of history will refer to me as an observer through a third person lens, rather than a player in its rules and board. I arrive here, in this aeon, in this era, to tell you of a dishonorable truth, breaking my laws of intrusion.
I have watched the eater before me and have no desire to pass on passivity to the eater after me.
My predecessor's crimes of inaction have gone against the promises made for me, undoing what I think was given to me at my birth. I love her, understand her, and care for her, but I don't think the same nor believe her actions were right. In her time, Northern Italy's crimes were swept under the rug against her and her people, and I don't want to watch as the new world falls apart under my uncommon eye. As I watch in my place of worshipped, I notice some plague on its way to chain all the people who've made fall on the ground beneath. There is a disease of gold running through the streets of your town, a disease chaining all these burdensome uncertainties on its back. It is on this sickness of the dearest eve that with your hands guided by mine, I shall declare war on this rudimentary disease. In this war, your hands shall be bloodied for future clause on the enemy of ridicule, my familiar brother of debauchery. I am enacting martial law over these addled ingrates who run amok in your society, and I am declaring these vermin deadened and infested with the scourge of an irradiated-
Sacabibdis. Sacabibdis is a philosophical fever-dream: a collection of interlinked essays and short prose, written as a contract between an author and a reader, the text interrogates modern America through themes of anti-intellectualism, corporate divinity, cultural rot, and the collapse of meaning in an era obsessed with consumption. At its center is Sacabibdis, a man-made disease of thought, a synthesis without virtue, a force that erases history, responsibility, and selfhood while pretending to be neutral. Opposing it is the narrator: a cruelly lucid observer who understands humanity too well to love it, yet too deeply to abandon it. Through dense monologues, metaphysical allegory, and cultural indictment, the book explores violence, creation, stagnation, and the terror of a society that has replaced gods with brands and inner worlds with markets.
Yet another release by the anonymous horror author Lacrimosa, Sacabibdis blends political philosophy, existential horror, and prophetic rhetoric. It is a challenge, a provocation, and a demand for readers to confront what they consume, what they create, and what they allow to rule them. This is a work for those willing to be implicated- to be addressed directly, devoured symbolically, and forced to decide what survives when culture eats itself.Customer Reviews
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