Arthur Staaz was dreamed into existence by strange beings that work in the dark spaces far beneath a great archive. By day, Arthur pretends he is respectable, harmless. He haunts the world in various disguises – professional man, family man, amiable neighbor, bureaucrat. By night, he is a flaneur exploring the derelict districts of a nearby city the sun has forgotten. There, he is a documentarian of the death, decay, perversion, and futilitythat constitutes the architecture of that dismal metropolis so many pretend does not exist. He reports back regularly, here on this Web site and in various publications containing stories of the strange, the weird, and the deeply horrific.  Let him be your guide.


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