This is yet another piece of "Fixation, and Other Stories." In other words, it's a
thirtyforthree fic, despite there being nothing more than the barest hints of G/H/D, and it being entirely from Hermione's POV. It occurs in the same continuity as Touch, but the two stories aren't dependent on each other.
( Vision (Quantum State Collapse) )
It's kinda-sorta a deathfic, but that's not the important thing. It's really about friendship. (Well, if I've done my job right it's about friendship. I had to tweak a couple lines to remove some inadvertent H/Hr subtext;
annearchy, you're corrupting me!)
"Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" also focuses on speculations on the mechanics of certain Potterverse artifacts. I used one theory within the story, but I've made notes about the other as well, since there's a certain incident in PoA that changes things depending on how you interpret it. If I've forgotten anything that would change my conclusions, please tell me!
( Vision (Quantum State Collapse) )
It's kinda-sorta a deathfic, but that's not the important thing. It's really about friendship. (Well, if I've done my job right it's about friendship. I had to tweak a couple lines to remove some inadvertent H/Hr subtext;
"Vision (Quantum State Collapse)" also focuses on speculations on the mechanics of certain Potterverse artifacts. I used one theory within the story, but I've made notes about the other as well, since there's a certain incident in PoA that changes things depending on how you interpret it. If I've forgotten anything that would change my conclusions, please tell me!
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Date: 2006-03-28 05:08 pm (UTC)I'm affraid I completely lost you tough. It went abittoo far. I fi thin ktoo log nabout is i end up feelign liek nothig nis definable adn secureany more. (it remidns me of vague memories fo mbyrother tryign ot explai nsome stuffrom plato about hwo we're all playign i nsomeone else's dream or the hwoel existence of us is fake or somethign alogn those lines.) adn so i ended withe thogut of 'nature is some kdi nof ancient power that jsut usesand reuses/recyclesus as pawns in some kind of big plan.) adn not i nthe positive way of 'we're set on this planet to make somethign of it' but ina way of 'w're being enslaved to help acieve something.) 9or are we? I mean the whoel we're set out to amek something isnt' workign otu anyway. ther's not amn yof us who are doign our best abouti tthen are there/) yikes. i ahte this mood. it suits goths, not me. if id' write fic tonight it woudl be so dark I'd probab scare msyelf when irereadit aweek later.
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Date: 2006-03-28 09:27 pm (UTC)When I get into philosophical conundrums, I tend to fall back on the classical skepticism of Sextus Empiricus, which states that for all practical purposes, it doesn't really matter that we can't define knowledge or be sure that the world around us is real. It seems real, and affects us as if it's real, so you might as well act as though it's real, stop worrying about abstract questions, and get on with your life. *grin*
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Date: 2006-03-30 03:15 pm (UTC)