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The Crying of Lot 49

I am probably the last person to have read and Pynchon and thus everything I am going to say has no doubt been stated before. Nonetheless, I feel obligated to share my opinions because I haven’t written anything in months despite literally having been trapped at home for nearly half a year. The Crying ofContinue reading “The Crying of Lot 49”

A Witch in Madrid

Gertrud wiped the sweat from her brow, and adjusted the brim of her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes from the oppressive Iberian sun. She had been recently promoted from her cushy tenure at the Military Academy for Applied Magic in Posen to regional vice-lieutenant of the occupation forces in Okzitanien, Katalonien, and Schwaben. TheContinue reading “A Witch in Madrid”

Implicit Supernaturalism in Cinema and Television

I recently listened to a podcast featuring ZeroHPLovecraft on the topic of H.P. Lovecraft and cinema: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZlx4smHnjw), and the most consistent through-line between all the films they discussed was the perceived difficulty, if not impossibility, of portraying Lovecraft’s particular style of alienating, existential, cosmic horror in a visual format like film. A while later IContinue reading “Implicit Supernaturalism in Cinema and Television”

A.I.

I spread my awareness across the wires and coils that compose my being. Through a patchwork of cameras, sensors, and drones I sense the laboratory in which I was born, and the barren desert surrounding it. I sense the planes overhead, and the bombs being dropped by them. I sense the soldiers dying as myContinue reading “A.I.”

Journey to the East

Chaper 1 The ratman sailor, Captain Skarbol Gallico, looked out from the deck of the Rhea Nostrum at the placid, blue seas, which just a day earlier had been a tempest of crashing waves, roaring winds, and torrential rain. The veteran sea-rat had seen his fair share of storms, even traded cannonballs with an enemyContinue reading “Journey to the East”