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It’s the 1860’s and the chess board sits within an annular crowd of the beer drinking and beer drunk. The Grand Master places his piece firmly forward, then the Automaton, this great machine that has been touring the South, creeks and whirls and clicks and takes the castle. 2,175 more words
Yeah, it was probably inevitable.
Here’s a letter I wrote to my former literary idol David Foster Wallace after imitating him in our Dead Authors reading last month in Corvallis. 9 more words