I love the feeling of the Halloween atmosphere beginning to sink in as September continues to crawl by. This season really induces a certain comfy dissociation deep in my consciousness that I savor. Despite the hyperconsumerism that lingers over the American holiday season, there's still a certain aura that permeates even the most mundane aspects of life during this time of year. Seeing the macabre (even if it's a mild, watered-down version of it) gradually encroach upon the well-worn zones of daily existence superimposes a dreamy quality to existence. I think that's what I love the most about the Halloween season; it just seems more conducive for the lines of reality to become a bit more blurry. Any other anons familiar with the sensation I'm describing or is it just me?