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There are things that happen in fiction that just don't happen in real life. Harry Potter turns out to be a wizard, Horatio Hornblower raids a fort with six guys and a grappling hook, and kicks ass, and in a fanfic, Xander Harris gets pregnant and has Clem's babies. But that's not the kind of don't happen I'm talking about.
( I'm talking about the little things, the little fantasies of *all* fiction, everywhere. Particularly about the little, everyday fantasies that pertain to communication, to interpreting our fellow (wo)man. And how even these tiny, everyday fantasies address a need in the audience. And in humanity. It's all very very hearts and stars and flowers. *sniffs* )
( I'm talking about the little things, the little fantasies of *all* fiction, everywhere. Particularly about the little, everyday fantasies that pertain to communication, to interpreting our fellow (wo)man. And how even these tiny, everyday fantasies address a need in the audience. And in humanity. It's all very very hearts and stars and flowers. *sniffs* )
