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foxinthestarsBTW, I realize I shouldn't be shy about saying, with the origami cranes thing, I'm trying to make 1000 in time for the US midterm election this year, the wish being that things will get better.
And totally unrelated: I'm currently reading "The Dispossessed" by Ursula Le Guin (it was on my list of "books I would regret it if I died without ever reading"), and it raised a general thought that I have a fiction-kink for a certain kind of poor or extremely resource-conscious society. Anarres is nudging against this, though perhaps ambiguously. The book I recall striking the chord most strongly is "The City of Ember," I leaned into it in my Hunger Games AU headcanons about District 13, and one of my many disappointments with the anime "Suisei no Gargantia" is that I thought they were going to lean into it and didn't. In real life I believe strongly that deprivation is counterproductive to the flow of creativity and joy and liveliness and such (not that gluttony can't become counterproductive too of course). In fiction, though, I feel something very warm and homey about a setting where people save everything and reuse and make do. Maybe it feels like there's a scope for materially meaningful creativity in that case that I don't see in real life?
And totally unrelated: I'm currently reading "The Dispossessed" by Ursula Le Guin (it was on my list of "books I would regret it if I died without ever reading"), and it raised a general thought that I have a fiction-kink for a certain kind of poor or extremely resource-conscious society. Anarres is nudging against this, though perhaps ambiguously. The book I recall striking the chord most strongly is "The City of Ember," I leaned into it in my Hunger Games AU headcanons about District 13, and one of my many disappointments with the anime "Suisei no Gargantia" is that I thought they were going to lean into it and didn't. In real life I believe strongly that deprivation is counterproductive to the flow of creativity and joy and liveliness and such (not that gluttony can't become counterproductive too of course). In fiction, though, I feel something very warm and homey about a setting where people save everything and reuse and make do. Maybe it feels like there's a scope for materially meaningful creativity in that case that I don't see in real life?
