Sleep dealer by Alex Rivera.... my Halloween weekend starter. Liked it. Enjoyed it. Sci-Fi hecho en Mexico. About an artificial reality that needs true stories to satisfy its right to know. And how the right to know sometimes makes you realize that your world is not as perfect as you thought. That your idealized action have some consequences. And that ideals don't necessarily match the reality. Even if you're living them, not only dreaming about.
There were only 14 spectators, the rest of them probably fooling around on the streets. It's Halloween weekend. Actually Halloween is on Sunday, how inconvenient. "All Saints" are not celebrated in the USA. So parties started tonight. I returned home through Collegetown, filled with grad students in masks, greeting happy Halloween and stumbling on the streets. I entered a Halloween Store this week. It's all about personal taste, but why, on earth, would you buy a gallon of artificial blood for fun? Rubber bloody cut fingers, decomposing human parts, eyes, liver, living dead, fleshy bones.... danse macabre without a meaning. The Celtic tradition was forgotten long ago, I suppose. All that remains, is just an excuse for a thematic party. So let's call it for what it is: another drunk friday party, but with a dress code - the more naked and/or horrifying you are, the more appealing you are. And on Amazon you can buy yourself  The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead. I'm just a click away from ordering an used book... for the sake of going through it and get an insight into this weird primordial fear.