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Date: 2023-01-27 03:11 pm (UTC)I just reblogged yesterday a tumblr post that said "Plays and short fiction are about reading the single most fucked up thing you’ve ever encountered in 45 minutes or less and then going back to work like you didn’t just meet both faces of god and satan on your lunch break"
That got me thinking about Nine Billion Names of God, which I read in school and it has haunted me ever since. Or at least that final line.
I could/should read more short fiction, this year I read a Finnish collection of cryptid-themed short stories and just finished a book of nature essays. (Vesper Flights by Helen Macdonald) Collections by different authors are a mixed bag, like the aforementioned cryptid collection, there were good stories but also gross stories :'D I feel "safer" reading a collection of short fiction by one author, though I better like that sole author!