recursion
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Mondays always make me wish I could step sideways out of the present—pause the inbox, skip the errands, slip into a pocket of time where everything feels suspended. Conveniently, my current read is doing exactly that for me. I’ve been wandering through the jittery, neon-washed world of 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and let me tell
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The most decadent books don’t just whisk you away—they toy with you. They slip a single question into your bloodstream and let it pulse there until you can’t tell if you’re imagining it… or if the world has tilted just a little to the left. Speculative fiction is gluttony for the mind. It’s a tasting
literary gluttony 