Where Can I Buy 'A Plague On Both Your Houses'?

'The Plague' by Albert Camus dives deep into the human experience in the face of crisis, and it's such a fascinating exploration of resilience and despair. The central theme is the absurdity of existence—how people grapple with chaos and suffering when a mysterious plague sweeps through the town of Oran. Camus paints a vivid picture of fear and isolation, capturing the emotional turmoil of the inhabitants as they confront mortality in a world that feels suddenly chaotic and random. What really stands out to me is the theme of solidarity versus isolation. You see how the characters initially grapple with their own struggles, feeling isolated as the plague separates them from their loved ones. However, we also notice how they begin to band together to fight the common enemy of the disease. There’s a beautiful message in how adversity can unite people, which resonates deeply when you think about real-world issues. Additionally, the exploration of existentialism feels incredibly relevant today. Characters like Dr. Rieux often ponder the meaning of life amidst such suffering. As they try to find purpose, readers are challenged to ask themselves what it means to live authentically, especially when faced with something as indifferent as a plague. It’s a rich text that keeps giving layers upon layers, making you reflect on humanity's place in an often cruel universe.

I get this question a lot when friends want a spooky read that’s also emotionally rich, and my go-to pick is Shirley Jackson. Her novels and stories—most famously 'The Haunting of Hill House'—are obsessed with the idea of people who feel like mirror-images of each other or of a place, what I’d call kindred spirits. In 'Hill House' the house almost behaves like a character, drawing certain people toward it and amplifying their loneliness and longing. It’s not just jump scares; it’s about how places and people can reflect each other’s wounds. If you want more Jackson vibes, try 'We Have Always Lived in the Castle'—the sense of a family bound together by secrets feels like a kindred-spirit knot, and the house plays a huge role. I love rereading passages where the narrator’s inner life blurs with the house’s presence; it hits differently depending on the mood I’m in. If you like adaptations, the Netflix show 'The Haunting of Hill House' spins the themes in a different direction, but reading Jackson’s prose first gives you that slow, uncanny burn I can’t get enough of.

I've been geeking out about Philip Cortelyou Johnson for years, and if you want the full-on Johnson residential vibe, you have to go to Connecticut. The crown jewel is the 'Glass House' in New Canaan, CT — that’s Johnson's own estate and it's open to the public through guided tours. The property isn't just the transparent living room people always post about: tours often include the Glass House itself plus the surrounding landscape and some of the other structures on the site (like the painting and sculpture pavilions and the Brick House), depending on the program. The place is managed by a preservation organization, and you normally need to reserve in advance, especially in spring and fall when the foliage is gorgeous and everyone wants to see the light play across the glass. Aside from that public spot, most of Johnson's private houses are, sadly, still private. Some are occasionally included in curated house tours or open-house weekends run by local preservation groups or architectural societies, but those are sporadic. If you want to chase them down, the best practical route is to monitor the 'Glass House' website and sign up for newsletters from preservation groups, plus check event programs for Open House weekends and architecture tour operators. Also keep an eye on guided architecture tours in New York City, where you can at least view and photograph the exteriors and lobbies of his major public buildings if you can't get inside a private home. If you go, bring comfy shoes — the grounds are worth lingering over, and the light at sunset feels like its own exhibit.

Whenever SCP-049 pops up in my feed I end up staring at how perfectly it borrows the gothic shorthand for plague-era medicine — that long cloak, the beaked mask, the terrible calm. The visual DNA behind SCP-049 is less a single painting and more a lineage of imagery: medieval and Renaissance woodcuts and engravings that treated plague and death as theatrical, symbolic subjects. Pieces like Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s 'The Triumph of Death' and the woodcut cycles collected under the title 'The Dance of Death' contributed the macabre tableau: skeletal fate, processional doom, and the human figures in antique dress that make the idea of a personified healer/harbinger so compelling. Those works didn’t show plague doctors per se, but they shaped the mood and iconography of death-as-character that SCP-049 channels. Digging into more literal sources, the 17th-century illustrations of actual plague doctors matter a lot. Historical prints and later 19th-century engravings that depict beaked masks, long waxed coats, and the staff used to poke patients are the clearest ancestors. The beak itself — originally stuffed with herbs to “filter” miasmas — is a hugely potent visual cue, and modern artists have amplified it, turning a practical medical oddity into a symbol of ominous wisdom. Fans and early contributors on the site leaned into that by adding surgical gloves, alchemical or occult sigils, and Victorian tailoring to the silhouette. That’s why SCP-049 feels like an intersection of medical history, theatrical costume, and Victorian nightmare fiction like 'The Masque of the Red Death', which supplies atmosphere even if it doesn’t show the mask directly. On top of historical art, cinematic and gothic tropes also nudged the design. Think of the shadowy, lanky figures in early horror films such as 'Nosferatu' and in later illustrated magazines: high-contrast, elongated silhouettes that make a plague doctor both human and monstrously other. And within the community, the image evolved: artists iterated on a base concept, introducing stitches, metal clasps, pocket watches, and the kind of surgical tools that make SCP-049 read as both doctor and executioner. If you want to trace the inspiration visually, start with those Renaissance woodcuts and Bruegel, then look at historical medical prints and 19th-century engravings of the plague; from there it’s a short step to the gothic fiction and fan art that polished the design into the iconic SCP figure I keep bookmarking.

I get a little giddy whenever this topic pops up online, because SCP-049 — the Plague Doctor — is one of those characters that indie devs and modders love to fold into their horror projects. If you want big, well-known places to encounter him, check out 'SCP - Containment Breach' community versions and the many mods built around that original concept. The base game spawned so many remakes and fan expansions that SCP-049 shows up frequently in custom builds; sometimes he’s scripted as a roaming enemy, sometimes as a scripted event that turns NPCs into something worse. Playing a modded run often feels like opening a weird, creaky pantry full of SCP surprises. For multiplayer chaos, 'SCP: Secret Laboratory' is a great shout. That community-driven title has officially added a bunch of SCPs over time and community servers often run plugins or maps that highlight SCP-049’s plague-sense and “cure” mechanics. Outside of those two, there are countless small fangames on places like itch.io and Game Jolt that center entirely on SCP-049 — short, intense bite-sized experiences where the Plague Doctor is either the protagonist, antagonist, or the whole chilling premise. Garry’s Mod and other sandbox platforms also host NPC/roleplay setups with him. If you like watching before jumping in, YouTube streams and Twitch clips are a reliable way to scope how different games handle his voice, movement, and that creepy quote: "I am the cure."

I've always loved tracing the long game in 'Dune'—it feels like watching a master chess player think ten moves ahead. The Bene Gesserit controlled bloodlines not with brute force but through generations of quiet, surgical influence: placement of sisters in noble households as wet nurses, confidantes, concubines, and advisors; arranging marriages by nudging family choices; and keeping obsessive genealogical records. They treated the Great Houses like a vast breeding ledger, steering who birthed whom to concentrate or dilute traits they wanted. Their methods combined social engineering (sowing myths, manipulating loyalties) with biological aims—the big goal being the Kwisatz Haderach, a male with prescient access beyond the Reverend Mothers. On top of practical matchmaking, they had unique tools. The spice melange and their ritual of the spice agony let Reverend Mothers access ancestral Other Memory—an intelligence advantage that informed matchmaking decisions. The Missionaria Protectiva seeded prophecies and customs across cultures so a Bene Gesserit sister could later manipulate a population using pre-built myths. Political leverage came from secrets: confessing sisters, compact knowledge about heirs, and subtle blackmail. The real turning point was human unpredictability—Lady Jessica’s choice to bear a son despite orders is the perfect example of how even the longest-running breeding program can be derailed by love, loyalty, or faith. That stubborn personal element is what makes the whole tapestry in 'Dune' so thrilling to read; it shows you can plan centuries, but a single heart can rewrite history, and I love that messiness.

When I dug into those old chronicles, the images stuck with me: people seized by a compulsion to move, sometimes for days on end, unable to stop even when exhausted. Contemporary reports from places like 1518 Strasbourg describe continuous dancing, rhythmic stamping, and chants or shrieks; fingers and feet rubbed raw until they bled; severe sweating, trembling, and muscle cramps. Witnesses also noted trance-like expressions—some danced with blank or ecstatic faces, others in obvious pain, and many collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Beyond the dancing itself, sufferers were recorded as suffering fainting spells, delirium, and vomiting. A few accounts even mention hallucinations, feverishness, and ultimately death from stroke or heart failure in the worst cases. I always think about how visceral that must have been: feet blistered, limbs aching, bodies pushed beyond normal limits. Modern historians and clinicians read these symptoms and debate causes—mass psychogenic illness, cultural rituals, or even ergot poisoning—but regardless of the trigger, the defining signs were the uncontrollable movement, physical breakdown from continuous exertion, and the psychological intensity that accompanied it. It’s haunting stuff that still makes me pause whenever I see a crowd acting strangely.

In 'Fire & Verses', the Poet King's alliances are as intricate as his ballads. The House of Silver Quills, scholars and scribes, were his earliest supporters, drawn to his eloquence and vision of a realm ruled by wisdom over steel. Their libraries became his sanctuaries, and their ink forged treaties. The nomadic House of Windborne, mistrusted by many, pledged loyalty after he composed an epic honoring their ancestors—a gesture that bridged centuries of isolation. The reclusive House of Veiled Stars, keepers of celestial magic, allied secretly, their astrologers foreseeing his rise. Meanwhile, the militant House of Iron Hymns, though initially resistant, bent the knee when the Poet King's verses quelled a rebellion without bloodshed. Even the merchant House of Golden Measures, pragmatic to the core, funded his campaigns after his tariffs favored trade. Each alliance reflects a facet of his rule: not conquest, but persuasion, woven into the very fabric of his reign.