One thing I should clear up first: I am not J. Alfred Prufrock, nor do I wish to seem to be. I didn’t discover T.S. Eliot in a high-school English class, and I don’t view that one poem as some kind of modern scripture, to be iconized or somehow lived by or even just to wear as some kind of badge.

But given that blogs are generally communicated by means of patterns on a screen, referring to mine as a magic lantern seemed irresistible.

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