Why?
People grow uneasy without reasons, without an answer to every question. We demand it. We crave it. It is an utterly human curse.
"He cut off their heads and baked them with pumpkin spice..."
"He chopped the old man to bits and hid the remains under the floorboards..."
Wonder and wander together through the pages of
Morbidologies
, which collects thirteen answers to such questions-twelve stories and one poem-from some of today's hottest authors. But be wary. Some questions have answers you won't like.
Some answers become morbidologies, for frequently there is no good reason "why."
There is only this dark world, calling us to look closer and closer, until we realize the only true answer is simply
because
.