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December 12, 2025

The Future of Publishing: Lessons from Hollywood’s Collapse

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For a long time, Hollywood behaved as if streaming were a minor irritation. Netflix was treated as a curious outsider – a former DVD-rental service pretending to be a studio, an intruder with no pedigree, no star system, no “legitimate” place in the cultural hierarchy. The major…

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June 15, 2025

About That Tom, Who’s Really Called Huck

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I don’t know whether someone told me this or I read it somewhere, but tonight one of those wise-sounding phrases has been spinning around in my head – the kind of thing you’d proudly serve up at a dinner table. It goes like this: “Nothing ages you faster than fulfilled dreams.”…

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June 20, 2025

Metamorphosis–2

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“When one morning Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams…” “Wait, wait! Can’t we do something else today?” He tried not to show any signs of irritation, closed the small luxury volume — carefully tucking in the straw — and slowly lifted his eyes toward the camera. The face in…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Forest – Excerpt

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Somewhere towards the end of town, in a small cottage surrounded by a spacious garden, lived the red-haired Anne with her mother. Her father, whom she visited from time to time in a distant town, had left the house long ago – so long ago that she could no longer remember it…