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Monday, March 18, 2024

Vinukonda

I was paging through the first volume of my journal today and was delighted to find this story, written by hand on February 8, 1982. I had forgotten its details and didn't know whether a copy still existed. I decided to type it up on my trusty RNP7 and publish it in a way I couldn't have imagined back then.

When I wrote this story, I was 17 years old. I'd been reading Borges and Cortázar. The name Vinukonda came from a small dot on a page of a world atlas. 


 

5 comments:

  1. Very good! — jvc

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  2. What just happened here?! Kudos to 17 year old You for surprising the heck out of me and pouring on the weird. Reminds me so much of a recent read, "The Willows".

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  3. Oooh, horror! Surprising and delightful :D

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  4. And I was considering what meeting Mr. Powell would be all about. Nevin never.

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