And dammit, now I feel like rereading murderbot again for the umpteenth time.

That is what it’s all about.

One for free: Forget Her by Jeff Buckley. One of my favorite songs of all time. Eery word and note in this song is perfect. Favorite (heartbreaking) line: “The smell on the bed when I knew what she’d done.” It still kills me every time.

It’s been years since I read this. Your insightful essay made me realize it’s time for a reread!

Those are gorgeous maps.

Which of the 4 is your favorite to play? Mine’s the Defect.

There’s something vague about “encounters” I really like. Aliens? Brownies? Interactions at book signings? Who knows!

Rereading Julian Comstock by Robert Charles Wilson, as I’ve done in every presidential election year since it was published.

J Mascis. Though TBH Lou Barlow and Murph are awesome too.

Also neat, a Fenarian innkeeper refers to the Furnace as the “nawp,” which is in fact how the Hungarian word for “sun “ is pronounced.