Why do I love fantasy so?

When I say 'fantasy', I don't mean 'Fantasy' with a capital 'F', as in the speculative genre. I mean 'fantasy' as in the imaginative possibilities that exist outside of reality. ...No, I will not inscribe the word 'escapism' to fantasy because I'm not escaping from anything (well, no more than anyone else, anyway). There are... Continue Reading →

Literature as a visual medium

I guess I've been gearing steadily towards this idea although I was yet to phrase it as such. I find the easiest books for me to read are usually the most 'visual'. This is the sort of topic that would be great for an honours project or something, although I haven't yet looked into the... Continue Reading →

Kissing Damp Jealousies

A flying remote control flies past the window I forget that cats come from eggs I am sad, then I am mad, then I am happy. But only a little. I go to kissing class and practice kissing damp jealousies and I have a sixty-two percent success rate. The clay bowl has an eighty-eight percent... Continue Reading →

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