Elevator, sound alarm.
A message for those of you who have Boulder dealings:
Apparently there is a real-life, physical literary journal somewhere on campus that actually picked up something I wrote. I have hunted for the past week, but thus far seen no trace of the bloody thing. Therefore, a favor: if you see anything shiny, or pulpy, or lying in a sewer, that bears the title "Palimpsest", maybe send me a note with its coordinates. I offer eons of gratitude as recompense.
And, hey, if you're feeling really motivated, you could even read it! Supposedly the theme is "the Human Condition." And I guess the editors think I write about that.
Apparently there is a real-life, physical literary journal somewhere on campus that actually picked up something I wrote. I have hunted for the past week, but thus far seen no trace of the bloody thing. Therefore, a favor: if you see anything shiny, or pulpy, or lying in a sewer, that bears the title "Palimpsest", maybe send me a note with its coordinates. I offer eons of gratitude as recompense.
And, hey, if you're feeling really motivated, you could even read it! Supposedly the theme is "the Human Condition." And I guess the editors think I write about that.