"The phrase “lol it’s just a book calm down” is my least favorite thing in the world and what I consider to be the biggest dismissal of an entire demographic of human beings that the last century has birthed. Every aspect of every piece of media we consume matters."

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#’lol it’s just a [joke] [book] [game] [movie] [show]’ #basically

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auralenti:

The Imp of the Perverse - Helen Friel

A short story by Edgar Allan Poe, The Imp of the Perverse discusses the voice inside all of us that makes us to do things we know we shouldn’t do. Each page is perforated in a grid system with sections of the text missing. Readers must follow the simple instructions to tear and fold specific sections to reveal the missing text. Books are usually precious objects and the destruction is engineered to give the reader conflicting feelings, do they keep the book in its perfect untorn form? Or give into the imp and enjoy tearing it apart?




I like the idea of this, but in practice it would drive me bonkers.

typographie:

auralenti:

The Imp of the Perverse - Helen Friel

A short story by Edgar Allan Poe, The Imp of the Perverse discusses the voice inside all of us that makes us to do things we know we shouldn’t do. Each page is perforated in a grid system with sections of the text missing. Readers must follow the simple instructions to tear and fold specific sections to reveal the missing text. Books are usually precious objects and the destruction is engineered to give the reader conflicting feelings, do they keep the book in its perfect untorn form? Or give into the imp and enjoy tearing it apart?

I like the idea of this, but in practice it would drive me bonkers.

atlinmerrick:

The final line….oh dear lord the final line. Do you see the goosebumps?
nympheline:

“what did you do to yourself?”
it lay in my hands, mangled and torn.  rustled faintly.  whimpered: “you stopped reading me.  i just… all i wanted was to know what happened next.  i had to know how i end.”

atlinmerrick:

The final line….oh dear lord the final line. Do you see the goosebumps?

nympheline:

“what did you do to yourself?”

it lay in my hands, mangled and torn.  rustled faintly.  whimpered: “you stopped reading me.  i just… all i wanted was to know what happened next.  i had to know how i end.”

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