Novels I have written and lost

...include the following titles:


(1) The Dandy of the Drainspouts

(2) Spurious Mosaics

(3) The Road to Chanel du Mar

(4) Visit to the Illumination Center

(5) The Haunted Toilet

(6) Vampire Hotel

(7) Sorrowful Phantoms in the Dead City

(8) Faces from Nowhere

(9) Genetic Reactivator 9-12

(10) Headless Soldiers and Other Micro Tales




I also am currently working on
two scientific academic works:


(1) Fake Instructions on How to Almost Write an Instant Classic Novel

(2) False Vision of the Future of Computing and Remote Sense Reality

And a new novel, created via a blog utility: sleialgnion.






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[not really or is it?]----me----

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cure for cancer

Hello.

I just discovered a cure for cancer.

Brought permanent peace to the Middle East.

Ended world hunger.

Put a stop to all wars.

Eliminated global poverty.

Made a killer music CD.

Wrote an instant classic novel.

Forced everyone on earth to fall in love with me and my opinions.

Became the most handsome man who ever existed.

Got certified Most Intelligent by all the intellectuals.

Transformed all ugliness and mediocrity into beauty and excellance.

Pleased to meet you. Hope you guessed my name.

The Anti-Christ, Anti-Buddha, Anti-Socrates.

blah blah blah, etc.

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

this is what most personal drivel blogs sound like.

blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog.

no relevance. no benefit to others. no interesting anecdotes to make you laugh or make you smarter.

just...

blah blah blah blah blog blog blog blog blog.

And, to make matters worse, the text is usually in long dense paragraphs, no paragraph breaks until about twenty six sentences string out and give you a headache.

Why do so many people think their boring lives are worth blogging about? Must be nuts.

I did not lose anything

Today I lost my focus.

Lost my hocus pocus.

Today I lost a wing.

Today I lost a thing.

When something vanishes, it takes something from the inside of you out, it harvests an internal sector, robs you of more than just itself, something else, somewhat other, a piece of you vanishes along with it, that part of yourself that was related to, interacting with, the external object you lost.

If we lose many things all at once, as often happens, much of the self seems to be hijacked, erased, stopped.

As the former sense of self slows down and recedes from center stage, who can be really sure what will replace it? A better or worse version of you? What are you when a certain thing is no longer there to define and shape a segment of you?

We have no idea how attached we are to something while attached to it in a normalcy mode. But when it changes or departs, we know everything all of a sudden, the shock hits us like a bullet with a frowning face.

When loss occurs, the self, the entire personality becomes hardened and strange, becomes other, becomes what it could never have already imagined or avoided.

The odd geometry of psychology solving hidden problems deeply within.

I did not lose anything.