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Updates: Pynchon and Cortázar are astonishing; otherwise, literature has been rather underwhelming. Apologies for the prolonged absence. It will probably be prolong(er).

'If there is anything that might be able to act as some sort of non-destructive "key" to Pale Fire, I think, it is the following passage: "We are absurdly accustomed to the miracle of a few written signs being able to contain immortal imagery, involutions of thought, new worlds with live people, speaking, weeping, laughing.  We take it for granted so simply that in a sense, by the very act of brutish routine acceptance, we undo the work of the ages, the history of the gradual elaboration of poetical description and construction, from the treeman to Browning, from the caveman to Keats.  What if we awake one day, all of us, and find ourselves

Apparently I won the One-Act Play Contest, which is awesome? Mostly because I'll get to see "Welcome Home" made into a film (or several), which is extra-awesome? And now it got a DD, too, and for some reason I just can't lay off the question marks? Seriously, though, effusive thanks to BeccaJS (https://www.deviantart.com/beccajs) and lovetodeviate (https://www.deviantart.com/lovetodeviate) and O-Uaglione (https://www.deviantart.com/o-uaglione) and everyone who donated prizes and everyone who commented and faved, and preemptive thanks to everyone who will be creating film interpretations in the near future. Incidentally, the fact that I can't write fiction anymore has surpassed the point of the "rather troubling." Semester's (finally) started