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The best way I can come up with to explain what happened to Scott Alexander is that he lost track of the skulls.

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Writing woes: I’m trying to write characters whose perceptions become true. When I write them denying reality, my natural instinct is something rapid and detail-light that emphasizes the absurdity, similar to The Unicorn in the Garden. When I write other characters observing the changes, my natural instinct is to write something more detailed and evocative, like Dark They Were, and Golden-Eyed. When I look at those two styles side by side, they don’t fit together in the slightest.