Bored. Plenty of things I COULD do, but none I feel pressured to.
Except for Mercator and strangely, though I know what to write, I cannot seem to make my fingers work on his story.
Just finished The Left Hand of Darkness. It was alright. I understand it's place in sci-fi literature history, but it did not impress me much. Its success is in how alien yet familiar the culture of the planet Winter was. That and in the explorations of how miscommunication might occur between species. Other than that it was alright, not my cup of tea. I usually prefer a little more adventure. Or perhaps it was just the style of writing. I don't know. And don't really care.
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