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News from Nowhere is science fiction if that's what you're referring to, and I think that fits what I've said. If it's one of Morris' other works I haven't read them and you may be correct. It would be foolish to take what I said as anymore than the most general statement possible. After all I would put Left Hand of Darkness in the same category as fantasy, even though many consider it a 'sci-fi' classic

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Der Zauberberg
>>13103283
Le grand Meaulnes

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I'm about to graduate college having made a total of zero (0) friends and having long lost whatever social skills I managed to gain in high school. I don't even think about my love life. I'm not all that depressed about it really, but it does feel bad to be leaving "the best time of your life" having experienced none of the normie things and being even more alienated than when I entered (if anything I'm less depressed, thought about killing myself basically 24/7 during my first and second years; hardly ever anymore). I'm also increasingly nostalgic about high school, even though I was also a miserable autist then. Back then I had friends, even if they weren't very close, and I was still excited to spend time with them or to (poorly) flirt with girls. I have none of that now. Just a degree I don't care that much about. And everyone always says life in the "real world" is exceptionally lonely compared to school. Does't seem likely that I'll manage to succeed if I couldn't on easy mode.

I've tried to write about this stuff a bit, but I don't think anyone really cares about my feels, which is another type of sadness.

I don't really know what I'll do now, work I guess. Read. Garden. Maybe travel a bit. Not a terrible life at all, maybe even fairly enjoyable. But I don't think I'll ever get over those dreams I had.

Goodnight, dreams.

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