Isn’t it madness, that I talk to myself about you?
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And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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Modesty, Glasgow                                                                    © Darrell K Morris
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Modesty, Glasgow                                                                    © Darrell K Morris

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The fear of being found, Krist Mort

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Tatum Wulff
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Tatum Wulff

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Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.
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It’s often struck me that the name “science fiction,” in some ways so inaccurate and wrong, is actually extremely powerful anyway, because the two words can be translated into “facts” and “values,” and the fact/value or is/ought problem is a famous one in philosophy, and often regarded as insoluble, so that if you call your genre “fact values” you are saying it can bridge a difficult abyss in our thinking. This means frequent failure, of course, as it is indeed a difficult abyss. But it is a strong claim for a genre to make, and I’ve come to love the name “science fiction” and dislike very much the various replacement names that would supposedly rehabilitate or make respectable the genre: speculative fiction, fabulation, the fantastic, etc. None of them have the power and historical heft of science fiction.
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