I was paging through the first volume of my journal today and was delighted to find this story, written by hand on February 8, 1982. I had forgotten its details and didn't know whether a copy still existed. I decided to type it up on my trusty RNP7 and publish it in a way I couldn't have imagined back then.
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When I wrote this story, I was 17 years old. I'd been reading Borges and Cortázar. The name Vinukonda came from a small dot on a page of a world atlas.
