the yellow wallpaper

some stories get stuck in your head, like the one i reread just now: "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. i think i last read this story five or six years ago, but it's one of those things that pops up in my mind occassionally. here is a line that really stands out to me: There are things in the wallpaper that nobody knows about but me, or ever will. when i think horror, i think of this story. it's a classic example of obsession, which is really the heart of horror if you think about it. the loss of control, the desire to focus on one sole thing, all else be damned. i don't know, i've just been thinking about this story lately. and isn't the mark of a good piece to have people think about it? dwell on it, come back to it? yes, i think so. and those are the kinds of stories i hope i am writing...