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>>19018334
I'm currently reading most SA things I can get my hands on
I read:

Borges - The Aleph, Ficciones, some essays. All really good.
Bolaño - Savage Detectives, complete short fiction. A bit of a faggot, but I'm still fond of a fair bit of SD.
Cortázar - All Fires the Fire, End of the Game. Very pretty stories. I actually liked the more grounded, sad ones the best.
Bioy Casares - Morel's Invention, Diary of the War of the Pig, and currently reading Asleep in the Sun. I didn't like Morel. The latter two are very fun. Somewhat plot driven if that's not your thing for some reason. I actually am enjoying myself a fair bit, I was ready to dismiss Bioy as just Borges's friend

That's what I have so far, plus or minus some stories

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>>18909666
Here's my burgerpunk impression OP, though I think it fits more with >>18910579 's impression of America
Commanded by a distant rumbling of feet, the electric doors drift open. Let them in, walk the cattle back into the field after their busy nights eating chinese. Inside this ashen depth of walls they know nothing. One shadow, a bent parody of man, sits in front. A train conductor, pale as marble, at the helm of this forlorn load of human mass, drags a tired hand to turn the gears. After a brief pause, the metal beast moves, screeching steel against steel to defeat the grip of its own weight-one gets the impression of a mastodontic grey caterpillar inching towards an impossible metamorphosis. The train man briefly glances at his phone, the blue glow oozing out of the glass over his tired face.

'Honey, I couldn't get home in time for dinner, so I ordered takeout from McD's'

His large blue eyes close, as if under the irresistible weight of the rest of the bald, round head. Slow dance of the thumb toward the power button, screen and face darken. The engine reaches cruise speed. Tu-dum tu-dum tu-dum tudum tudum tudum tudu

The train man whispers, unheard
'Fuck...'

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