Over the past year, I’ve felt like the protagonist of the book "Flowers for Algernon": 2011 and the beginning of 2012 were the peak, and now I’m falling back into oblivion.
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Thirty years ago, this was considered science fiction. Thirty years ago, this was read as science fiction. Exploring and expanding the boundaries of the genre, eagerly absorbing every conceivable new trend, taking on a universal human face, boldly ignoring the mark of Cain of the “genre ghetto.” Now it is perceived as...