Despite a late start, I slept nearly nine hours into this afternoon and dreamed about some lost episodes of a Twilight Zone
-ish, Outer Limits
-ish nonexistent TV show that awake I am somewhat saddened by, because changeling stories that end in death between worlds are not all that radical. I suspect I may have been influenced by the discussion
surrounding the recent season finale of The Magicians
I thought I should mention that I have blurbed Bogi Takács' forthcoming poetry collection Algorithmic Shapeshifting
(Aqueduct Press). So has Ada Hoffmann. We both used the words "visceral" and "Talmudic," which should suggest something about the poems. It doesn't look as though copies are yet available for preorder, but e-ARCs for reviewers are an option.
The plan for the rest of the afternoon is to pick up a book from the library and meet rushthatspeaks
for a movie and dinner. And then maybe go home and go back to sleep. I cannot stay asleep for a month, but I am really starting to wish it was economically and physiologically feasible.