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🚏📻 🛵 LITERARY ABOMINATION

[unfinishedmaps]

Deeply unserious in a poor attempt to be profound. Currently trying to be functioning!

Follow the Substack!

[lovely-v]

not to be another David Foster Wallace glazer but in 1996 he was describing an experience i can only describe as a direct parallel to the Instagram Reel

[unfinishedmaps]

hate to say like actually hate to say it because it feels like I’m casting an evil cursed jinx across the future but dfw predicted everything about the 2020s with infinite jest

[shrevetin]

hello niche community

[perimodern]

YEAR OF GLAD

[mmaisonnnn]

[unfinishedmaps]

writing tag game

hi I’ve never done this writing tag game but thank you @bureaumantic for tagging me! here’s a wip I haven’t touched in ages but would love to finish

It’s 07:06 when Harun boards the train. March in Zürich is frigid, and he’s starting to wish he’d worn more than a threadbare fleece jacket. The train is relatively empty, to his luck, and after lugging a suitcase past several rows, he sits by a wide window. He watches people pack onto the platform, tourists with their black camera bags and families with thumb-sucking toddlers. The elderly woman in front of him knits, errant strands of her white hair ballooning around her. To his right is a mother and her infant son curled up and asleep in her lap. Two seats away from him sits a man with hair shockingly platinum, his forehead pressed against the window and eyes closed as if in prayer. By his feet lies a violin case, white and glossy.

Harun exhales through his nose as the train begins to pull out of the station, the familiar hum and rattle soaking him through. He likes trains and the feeling of being in movement. It’s achingly reminiscent of India, traveling to see his grandmother in Jaipur every summer, or going to Bangalore on the weekends with his friends. He hasn’t lived in the country for the past decade or so, but trains were universal and everywhere, with the same sequence of creaks and rumbles, only in different keys. The same smells of fabric and antiseptic, the same fluorescent lights that dimmed in the morning and came on blindingly during the nights. No matter how foreign the cities he visited were to him, at least the trains were the same.

It was all coming to an end, however, the trains and hotels and concert halls. After this last trip—his last big performance as pianist—he would be moving back to India once and for all. It was bittersweet, it left dents in his gut just to think of it.

The piano is what Harun’s hands know better than anything else. If the piano was a person, he would be able to trace every line in its palms from memory. He knows every mole on its face, the angle of its smile, the shadows that fall into the hollow of its throat. The piano knows him inside out too, has held his hand since he was a child just beginning to learn, smiled proudly as he was accepted into music school even when his father couldn’t muster one.

[prfectteeth]

quentin and mr compson

[unfinishedmaps]

finally posted on my Substack in almost a year…the essay is about how online overconsumption killed my creativity & the title is from a mutual benefit song (it’s also subtly infinite jest inspired) Read it below!

To go a year without dreaming

Involuntary hiatuses and the death of expression

[unfinishedmaps]

FINISHED THE FUCKASS BOOK #INFINITE JEST WARRIOR

[unfinishedmaps]

I associate the strokes with michael pemulis so strongly for reasons inexplicable to me

[raisunii]

Are there other college girlies obsessed with infinite jest and kind of yaoi-fying pemcandenza or what’s the deal

[unfinishedmaps]

im finally 50 pages to the end and im shocked that i got this far without an incandemulis sex scene

[raisunii]

why would you hide Mike being a bottom in tags

[unfinishedmaps]

ur right i need to scream this to the world There Is No Universe In Which Michael Pemulis Tops

[unfinishedmaps]

incandemulis in my bed (i have them in a glass cage as i observe them enact various yaoi scenarios), ortho stice in my head (he keeps appearing in my dreams trying to marry different haikyuu characters)

[badg3rb0y]

can we talk about how pemcandenza coded art and Patrick are. oh my god.

[unfinishedmaps]

LITERALLY THE ENTIRE MOVIE JS ABOUT THEM

[mikepemulis]

Mike Pemulis brings a sort of air of faggotry to the Enfield Tennis Academy that Avril Incandenza doesn’t really like.

[raisunii]

Are there other college girlies obsessed with infinite jest and kind of yaoi-fying pemcandenza or what’s the deal

[unfinishedmaps]

im finally 50 pages to the end and im shocked that i got this far without an incandemulis sex scene

[jose-joao]

[unfinishedmaps]

So over letting executive dysfunction control my life. I want to make things. I refuse to let time and ADHD take more from me! I want to live without regrets