While there’s a nice frothing paranoid kerazy going on here, there’s only one change (from believing the stars to thinking that they lie) – the rest seems like stacked firewood, never to be burned. C’mon, set fire to that exposition and give us a story!
Has somebody tried to reason with him? Will somebody? What did he give up to go to the cave – and what was the alternative? Gimme a dilemma here, some contrast, a beginning, a middle, an end! =)
Spot on with the atmosphere, though – though the implied horror is somewhat diluted by the fact it could all be in his head.
Reverend Speed
Nouvelle Bardot
C. Augusto Valdés