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Tonight’s libation is a classic 8 to 1 Balfour Gin martini and T. E. Lawrence’s memoir of war, revolution, diplomatic intrigue and the making of empires

[batatasfrita]

Matthias & Maxime (2019)

[palecleverdoll]

- Frances E. Dolan, “Battered Women, Petty Traitors, and the Legacy of Coverture”

[lalachat]

Today I learned Ethan Dolan got married… mourning the loss of the wedding vlog that we could’ve had😭

But in all honesty~ I’m so so so happy for E!!!🤍

[adreciclarte4]

Léa Seydoux e Xavier Dolan by Yann Rabanier, 2007

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

LIVE: Trump at the Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner "Roast" in NYC

[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen - The Night of the Ball

Saturday was met with pure excitement.

You woke to the sound of adrenaline filled conversations and girls running from dorm to dorm to show off their outfits. The thundering noise of running feet and squeals eventually stirred you from your prolonged slumber. Sitting up, you rub the sleep from your eyes to see the time on your bedside clock read 11:03am.

"Oh jeez," you mumble to yourself, "I missed breakfast."

Stretching, you throw the warm duvet from your legs and swing them off the side, expecting to be met with the wooden floor. Your feet collide with a box, and your still hazy mind short circuits for a second. It's wrapped in a blue ribbon, a card nestled between the bow at the top.

"Huh?" you sound, reaching down to retrieve it from the ground. How it got there was a mystery, unless Luna had placed it conveniently next to your bed. You take the card from the ribbon and open it, to read neatly curved writing that said:

and blue it shall be. see you at 7 in the common room. E x

Your eyes widen. The only E you are aware of is Edward, so this package must be from him, which only makes your stomach drop. Quickly you scramble to untie the ribbon and remove the box lid, rummaging through the pink tissue paper to be met with a sight that almost made you choke on nothing.

"Merlin above," you mutter, taking the blue fabric you knew so well between your fingers and carefully lifting it before you. The dress from Gladrags Wizardwear, in all its silky, blue glory, was folded amongst the tissue paper. You scoff in amazement, unsure what to think about the gesture after knowing the price tag. There was only one person with you that day, so Hermione must have told him. Did he ask her? Did he just guess? So many thoughts your mind started to feel even hazier. You take it from its box and place it over your body, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. A smile creeps across your face, even though you had no idea how to thank him for such a gift. You stare at it for a long while, tracing the lines of it with your fingers.

"I could return it and give him the money back," you ponder, "or I could just accept it as a nice gesture and not feel guilty about it..."

Your stomach then grumbled furiously, bringing you back to the room. It was almost twelve in the afternoon now, so in order to seize as much of the day before the ball, you bundle the first clothes you see and head for the showers. You replay in your mind how you were to thank Edward, do you just show up in a dress worth Galleons or do you acknowledge it beforehand? It bothered you the entire way to the kitchen for leftovers. As you reach the lower floors of the castle, you catch a whiff of the remaining smell of delicious breakfast foods, enticing your legs to move faster towards the kitchen entrance. Upon entering, you see the tables full of foil covered plates and jugs of pumpkin juice. Starving, you begin peeling back the foil to see pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins. You help yourself, the house elves would rather you eat it than it go to waste. So engrossed in your munching, you didn't really register when the door squeaked open.

"Y/N?"

You turn, teeth still sunk into a muffin, to see Draco stood there. Quickly you remove the cake from your mouth and wipe your lips on the back of your sleeve.

"Draco," you mumble, "Hi."

"Hi," he says, cautiously walking over to where you were stood, "I, uh, don't usually see anyone down here at this time."

"You come down here after meals?" you ask him curiously, taking another huge bite from the muffin. He nods in response, taking one for himself. He peels back the casing, before indulging in the soft sponge with a satisfied hum. It's quiet for a while as you both eat, unsure what to say to lift the ever present awkwardness between the two of you now. Draco is the first to speak.

"So, uh, I guess I should apologise for being an arse the other night."

You wipe your hands on a nearby napkin.

"Yeah, you probably should," you say, looking at the napkin intently to avoid having to look directly at him. You'd forgive him in a heartbeat if you did.

"I just wasn't expecting to see you with-"

"Someone else?"

You break your own rule and make eye contact with him. He's staring back at you with an intensity, clearly annoyed about something he has no right to be annoyed about.

"I never said that."

"But that's why you were rude to Edward, isn't it?" you challenge, "because I was with him?"

Draco's jaw clenches. He feels bad about it, but yeah, he was annoyed.

"Just sudden, is all," he then mutters, reaching for another muffin. You scoff.

"Well, I'm not dating him if that's what you think," you spell out for him harshly, and Draco doesn't dare look in your direction, "I don't know what you take me for, Draco, but I'm not Pansy Parkinson."

You turn away from him, back to fiddling with your napkin. It's quiet again. Draco is picking at his muffin now, suddenly losing his appetite immensely. The tension is so thick you could spread it on toast and serve it.

"So, uh, you're not, like, seeing him?" Draco sort of mumbles, but you hear him loud and clear.

"No," you sigh, "but I am going to the ball with him tonight."

"Seriously?" Draco shoots you a disapproving look. It boils your blood.

"Is that an issue?" you ask, and he just sulks, huffing to himself.

"Not at all," he says, but it certainly sounds like an issue, "go with who you want."

"I hardly think it can be an issue when it was your decision to stop meeting one another," you then tell him, forcefully shoving your napkin into the bin, "this isn't my doing."

"Like you need to remind me," Draco mutters solemnly. You don't want to argue with him, but the ever growing distance between you is causing friction when you do speak to one another. And now this with Edward seems to have really grinded his gears. You let out a heavy, sad sigh.

"I don't think you have the right to be annoyed," you say, making your way towards the door, "but I get it. I'm guilty of it too."

"You are?" he said, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to face him one last time.

"If I am or not, it doesn't change anything. We'll be forever dancing in circles. That's just how the universe wishes us to be."

He has a longing look in his eyes. You wish to quell the demons that rage inside him and save his soul from his families clutches, but the further you get from him, the more you realise that you are just not that person. You give him a sad smile before turning back to the door, when his voice speaks out.

"I'm taking Astoria," he confesses to you, and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, "I just think you should know before tonight, that's all."

"Right," you breathe, "I can't say I'm surprised."

You left before he could say anymore, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes as you make your way back above ground. He was left melancholy in the kitchen, caught between the selfish but elated feeling that you too were experiencing the sting of jealousy, and the growing guilt he feels for another life he has managed to taint. The rest of the muffin is discarded in the bin, along with any hope of keeping you in his life somehow.

As the evening drew in, the dormant nerves in your stomach started to swirl. You drew out the last finishing touches to your look, hoping that time wasn't moving as fast as it was, but the clock almost read 7:00pm.

Edward would be waiting in the common room by now, you imagine. After leaving the kitchen in a state, you made your way to Gryffindor tower in hopes to find Hermione. To your luck she was home, busy helping Ginny make some last minute alterations to her dress. When she appeared through the portrait hole, her expression immediately became concerned.

"What's happened?" she rushed to say, placing her hands on your arms. The comfort of her being near caused the damn to break, and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. She led you inside to her dorm room, locking the door behind you both. From there you proceeded to tell her everything, from the dress, to the card, to Draco and Astoria.

"I didn't tell Edward anything about the dress," she goes on to say, passing you tissues, "even if he had asked me, I knew you wouldn't want someone buying that for you. And as for Malfoy, he has some serious audacity to be the tiniest bit annoyed."

She always knew how to make you feel better, even when you didn't think anything could. After a long talk and a whole pack of tissues, the weight felt much lighter on your shoulders. Hermione told you to try and enjoy yourself, and that however Edward found out about the dress, he wouldn't have bought if he didn't have the money. "He must want you to wear it," she had said, "and you'll look amazing. Just accept the kind gesture. It's not like he'll take it back."

Now you were staring at yourself with the dream dress on your figure, hair done and makeup complete. You wished there was something that would make you feel the excitement everyone else seemed to be experiencing, but it simply wasn't coming to you. You check the clock again, and your stomach hits the floor.

It's time.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, you head towards the common room, passing excited groups of girls making their way downstairs. As you enter the common room, you look around to find Edward when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Evening," he says smoothly, "you look divine."

So did he. His tie matched your dress, and so did the handkerchief in his pocket. He was smiling down at you with a glint in his eyes, a look you had seen before in a different pair.

"Thank you," you breathe, and smile, "and so do you, Edward. You look lovely."

His grin gets wider, holding out his arm for you. "Ready?" he says softly, and you loop your arm in his, allowing him to escort you to the Great Hall. Along the way you see students and classmates, either with friends or a date, their faces a picture of pure delight. It lifted your spirits to see the halls filled with such happiness. From time to time you could feel the lingering stares, knowing it was because of who you were holding onto. You glance up at him.

Just enjoy it, you tell yourself.

Upon entering the hall you were met by teachers, all dressed in their best for the occasion. Professor McGonagall greeted you both at the door, a house elf offering a sparkling drink. Edward takes one for the both of you, and you sip it to taste notes of apple and pear. Several long tables are lined with delicious food and mouth watering desserts. Elves wander around with trays of drinks, some couples are dancing to the gentle music the orchestra is playing and the guests from outside of Hogwarts are mingling from table to table. The hall was decorated to the nines, streamers of gold and white across the beams and twinkling lights dotted the dark ceiling. Candles lit the tables, the sparkle from the dresses catching the dim light as people twirled together. It was a wonderful sight.

"Would you like to dance?" Edward offers you his hand, and you begin to feel a little hot in the face. You hadn't danced in so long, you were afraid you might have forgotten how to. Edward senses your hesitation, and then leans in to whisper, "I've got you, don't worry."

You allow him to guide you, his hands taking your waist, your arms finding place around his neck. He smelt incredible, the music drifting across the room as you gentle swayed.

"I should thank you for the dress," you break the silence, "you really didn't have to."

"Oh, but I did," he chuckled lightly, "I wanted you to feel as beautiful as you are."

That had you flustered. You smile and look away instantly, but two fingers press under your chin, bringing your line of vision back to him. Your heart is thundering, but it's a feeling of wanting to run, as if you're doing something wrong. He's looking at you so intently, thumb brushing across your chin. You feel hot, but not in a nervous way, in a suffocating way.

"You know," he whispers, "I really didn't think you'd say yes."

"Huh?" you sound.

"Well, after running into Malfoy the other night, I thought you might have history," he then says, and your entire body tenses at the name, "but, if you said yes to me, then I guess I was wrong."

"You were," you quickly say, swallowing thickly, "Draco is an old friend."

Just then, as if you had summoned him, he enters the hall with Astoria on his arm. At first you don't notice, too consumed by Edwards clear advances.

"Do you want another drink?" Edward asks, breaking the intimate hold he had on you. You nod with your best smile, and he leaves momentarily. You make your way off the dance floor, just wanting to breathe and have some space, when you finally spot him.

It was like the whole world stopped, and it was just you and them in a empty room. Everything else went quiet. They waltzed in, Draco's award winning smile charming the teachers and Astoria's hand firmly around his arm. She's wearing green. Just as you thought she would. Draco's tie matches. His hair is neat and tidy, his suit a dark grey. He looks incredible. So does she. You find yourself staring, and in that moment, like a punch to your gut, you realise many things all at once.

You were not in their league. You are not a pureblood witch. Green is not your colour. Draco is not yours. He never was. Astoria is better. She walks beside him like she belongs there. Draco is a far away as he is close. He is not yours.

Your feet move before you, but a hand stops you. It's Hermione, she's smiling until she sees the distress on your face. "What's wrong?" she says, but it's almost like everything is in slow motion, your vision blurry and head a mess. Edward then returns, a look of concern on his face also, when you finally snap out of your trance.

"Y/N?" he says gently, "are you alright? Do you need some air?"

"I'm fine," you breathe deeply, mustering up a smile, "just got a little hot, is all. Thank you for the drink. Edward, this is Hermione, I'm not sure you've met."

You take a big gulp of the drink Edward passes to you, and Hermione shakes your dates hand and compliments his outfit. Your eyes wander over to Draco once again, now chatting away to one of the guests, no doubt a family friend. Astoria is laughing alongside him, leaning into his frame and resting her head on his shoulder. You feel physically sick, until Hermione turns to speak.

"Have you tried the food?" she says enthusiastically, "it's delicious, they even have your favourite cake."

"How nice," you smile, but Hermione isn't buying your facade. Edward seems to be, which is the only thing that really matters, "shall we go and look, Edward?"

He agrees wholeheartedly. Hermione goes to say something, no doubt to ask to speak with you, but soon swallows her words. She smiles, and then excuses herself to speak to Professor Slughorn who had just wandered in. Once at the food laid tables, your stomach churns at the thought of eating, when Edward offers you a delicious looking slice of cake. You pick at it, listening to him talk about everything and nothing. You make small inputs, nodding your head or occasionally making a sound of agreement. He doesn't seem to sense the tension.

Just across the hall stands Draco, with Astoria on his arm still, running her fingers up and down his forearm affectionately. The gesture makes him feel uneasy as one of his parents acquaintances talk at him about their business and how 'wonderful it would be to employ a Malfoy someday.' He does as his mother had taught him; you smile, look enthusiastic and never, ever show how disinterested you really are. His eyes keep finding you, and the sour taste in his mouth intensifies each time Chambers hands touch your body. It makes his blood feel like fire in his veins. You look so good he's almost jealous of anyone who approaches you. Draco doesn't think he's ever felt fury like it, and when Chambers leans in to whisper against your ear he abruptly ends the conversation and detaches Astoria from his arm.

He ignores the girls call to him, making a beeline towards where you were standing. Chambers arm was now around your waist, but you make no sudden moves. Then you laugh, and it's so sweet he could drown in the sound of it. Almost there, you're within a reach of his hand, when the music suddenly changes and Astoria catches up to him.

"Where are you going?" she speaks over the louder music, "it's the main dance, c'mon."

She takes his hand. Draco turns back to see you had retreated, possibly towards the dance floor as well. Couples begin to twirl and spin, the dance floor now littered with warm bodies and rosey cheeks. His focus is elsewhere, eyes frantically trying to find you. Astoria's hand guides his eyes back to her, pulling him against her frame as he automatically begins to dance. It's been driven into his system so much that his feet move without his brain telling them to. Edward had made a snarky comment about Professor Binns, and you couldn't help but chuckle before his gentle hands guided you towards the floor for the main event. Once again your arms rested around his shoulders, his hands securely at your waistline as he effortlessly glided around the room. He was focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as the swift movements of the dance transport you to another place, the feeling of flying as your dress floats around your body, taking over your senses. You felt at ease dancing with him, but at the same time all wrong. As the music begins to slow, he pulls you back into him, gazing down at you with that same glint in his eyes.

"You, Y/N Y/L/N, are truly breathtaking," he compliments, and suddenly you have no idea what to do, as he closes the gap between you. His lips are an inch from yours seconds before you push him away, his face a look of pure shock. You're stood in the middle of the dance floor, heart pounding against your chest.

"I can't," you say, backing away through the crowd, "I'm so sorry, I can't."

It doesn't take long before you're rushing out the hall, gaining the attention of Hermione who swiftly follows in your direction, but also the boy who had been searching the sea of dancing students for you. Draco races after Hermione, desperate for a chance to stop her. He follows her with haste out into the cold corridor, ignoring the fact he had just left Astoria confused on the dance floor. Just as a reaches her, he takes her wrist, causing the brunette to spin and face him.

"Please," he pants, a frown forming on her face the moment her eyes land on him, "please, let me go after her."

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Eric W. Dolan

Published: Jan 3, 2022

Cognitive performance is slightly reduced among those with higher levels of celebrity worship, according to a new study published in BMC Psychology.

“Interest in the topic of celebrity worshipers spans almost two decades. From several studies, over that period, research showed a weak to moderate tendency for those who showed the strongest admiration for their favorite celebrity to have lower cognitive skills, using a variety of cognitive measures,” explained study authors Lynn E. McCutcheon, Ágnes Zsila, and Zsolt Demetrovics in a joint statement to PsyPost.

“However, most of these studies did not control for a variety of extraneous variables. The current study did control for several possibly relevant variables.”

In the study, 1,763 Hungarian adults completed a 30-word vocabulary test and a digit symbol substitution test, a validated assessment of fluid intelligence. The researchers also collected data about the participants’ self-esteem, current family income, material wealth, and highest level of education.

Celebrity worship was measured using a scientific questionnaire known as the Celebrity Attitude Scale. The scale asks participants the extent to which they agree or disagree with statements such as “I often feel compelled to learn the personal habits of my favorite celebrity,” “I am obsessed by details of my favorite celebrity’s life,” and “If I were lucky enough to meet my favorite celebrity, and he/she asked me to do something illegal as a favor I would probably do it.”

Even after controlling for demographic and socioeconomic variables, the researchers found that high scores on the Celebrity Attitude Scale were associated with lower performance on the two cognitive ability tests.

“We found a weak tendency for those who showed the strongest admiration for their favorite celebrity to have lower cognitive skills, suggesting that the earlier results were not due just to chance,” the authors of the study said. “Our results also support previous findings showing that excessive behaviors such as celebrity worshiping can possibly impair cognitive functioning, presumably due to the increased focus and energy invested in this behavior that becomes dominant in the individual’s life.”

“Although celebrity admiration seems not to be a strong precursor of poorer cognitive performance, high levels of admiration can be regarded as one contributing factor to lowered performance in tasks requiring cognitive effort, independently from education or age.”

But it is unclear whether celebrity worship is the cause or consequence of reduced cognitive ability. For example, it “may be that individuals with higher levels of cognitive skills are more likely to understand the marketing strategies behind a famous person,” and thus less vulnerable to celebrity worship, the researchers explained. But it is also possible that celebrity worship functions like an addictive behavior and requires cognitive effort to be maintained.

Previous research has found that celebrity worship is associated with addictive and problematic social media use.

“Future studies should seek further support for our suggestion that the cognitive effort invested in maintaining the absorption in a favorite celebrity may interfere with the person’s performance in tasks that require attention and other cognitive skills,” the authors told PsyPost. “Although our research does not prove that developing a powerful obsession with one’s favorite celebrity causes one to score lower on cognitive tests, it suggests that it might be wise to carefully monitor feelings for one’s favorite celebrity, keeping in mind that most celebrities are human beings who have some flaws just like average persons have.”

The study, “Celebrity worship and cognitive skills revisited: applying Cattell’s two-factor theory of intelligence in a cross-sectional study“, was published November 8, 2021.

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Abstract

Background

Almost two decades of research produced mixed findings on the relationship between celebrity worship and cognitive skills. Several studies demonstrated that cognitive performance slightly decreases with higher levels of celebrity worship, while other studies found no association between these constructs. This study has two aims: (1) to extend previous research on the association between celebrity worship and cognitive skills by applying the two-factor theory of intelligence by Cattell on a relatively large sample of Hungarian adults, and (2) to investigate the explanatory power of celebrity worship and other relevant variables in cognitive performance.

Methods

A cross-sectional study design was used. Applying an online survey, a total of 1763 Hungarian adults (66.42% male, Mage = 37.22 years, SD = 11.38) completed two intelligence subtests designed to measure ability in vocabulary (Vocabulary Test) and digit symbol (Short Digit Symbol Test). Participants also completed the Celebrity Attitude Scale and the Rosenberg Self-esteem Scale. Subjective material wealth, current family income and general sociodemographics were also reported by participants.

Results

Linear regression models indicated that celebrity worship was associated with lower performance on the cognitive tests even after controlling for demographic variables, material wealth and self-esteem, although the explanatory power was limited.

Conclusions

These findings suggest that there is a direct association between celebrity worship and poorer performance on the cognitive tests that cannot be accounted for by demographic and socioeconomic factors.

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[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Revelator:

In recent decades the Inland Empire — comprised of San Bernardino and Riverside counties — has been the primary victim of America’s warehouse boom. As demand for online shopping has surged — e-commerce sales grew 50% to $870 billion during the pandemic alone — this region has served as a billionaire’s dumping ground. Those are the words of Tom Dolan, executive director of Inland Congregations United for Change. “Now it’s no longer just Warren Buffet, it’s Jeff Bezos and Amazon,” Dolan told The Guardian in 2021. “And we’re paying the cost of doing their business.”

That business is only made possible by taking out a nonconsensual loan from the residents of surrounding communities. It’s a coercive trade: the health and safety of citizens for the profits they’ll never share. And no worthwhile efforts have been made to pay off that debt.

In order to fulfill the glamorous promises of expedited, overnight and same-day deliveries, diesel trucks conduct over 600,000 daily trips through the Inland Empire alone, carrying roughly 40% of the nation’s goods. These vehicles emit 1,000 pounds of diesel particulate matter every day (alongside 100,000 pounds of nitric oxide and 50,000,000 pounds of carbon dioxide).

The International Agency for Research on Cancer has classified diesel particulate matter as a Group 1 carcinogen — the most severe category — due to sufficient evidence linking diesel exposure to lung cancer. (Other studies have suggested a relationship to cancers of the bladder, larynx, esophagus, stomach, pancreas and blood, alongside asthma, other respiratory disease, heart attacks and premature mortality.) The region bordering the warehouse hub in one Inland Empire city, Ontario, ranks in the 95th percentile of cancer. A 2015 study estimated that 70% of the total cancer risk from air pollution in California is caused by diesel exhaust alone.

The people who suffer the consequences of our online shopping are not typically over-consumers themselves. The South Coast Air Quality Management District found that the 2.4 million people living within half a mile of a warehouse are also disproportionately Black and Latino communities below the poverty line. In 2012 San Bernardino ranked as the second poorest city in America with over 34.6% of people living in poverty. And of all the residents living within a mile of the average Amazon warehouse, 80% are people of color.

[fuoridalcloro]

"Nessuno conosceva un’altra persona, non pienamente. La sua solitudine non era speciale. Prendete un essere umano – qualsiasi essere umano – chiunque conoscete: tutti abbiamo sentito di avere qualcosa di incontenibile e impossibile da capire per gli altri. Ecco perché servono le persone, al plurale: in modo che, messe insieme, capiscano tutto di te."

Naoise Dolan - La coppia felice

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 35, 2024

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The pupil dilation response as an indicator of visual cue uncertainty and auditory outcome surprise. Becker, J., Viertler, M., Korn, C. W., & Blank, H. (2024). European Journal of Neuroscience, 59(10), 2686–2701.

Visual statistical learning in preverbal infants at a higher likelihood of autism and its association with later social communication skills. Bettoni, R., Cantiani, C., Riboldi, E. M., Molteni, M., Bulf, H., & Riva, V. (2024). PLOS ONE, 19(5), e0300274.

Computational reconstruction of mental representations using human behavior. Caplette, L., & Turk-Browne, N. B. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 4183.

Spiking activity in the visual thalamus is coupled to pupil dynamics across temporal scales. Crombie, D., Spacek, M. A., Leibold, C., & Busse, L. (2024). PLOS Biology, 22(5), e3002614.

Role of dopamine neurons in familiarity. Fleury, S., Kolaric, R., Espera, J., Ha, Q., Tomaio, J., Gether, U., … Mingote, S. (2024). European Journal of Neuroscience, 59(10), 2522–2534.

Infralimbic activity during REM sleep facilitates fear extinction memory. Hong, J., Choi, K., Fuccillo, M. V., Chung, S., & Weber, F. (2024). Current Biology, 34(10), 2247-2255.e5.

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Grouping in working memory guides chunk formation in long-term memory: Evidence from the Hebb effect. Musfeld, P., Dutli, J., Oberauer, K., & Bartsch, L. M. (2024). Cognition, 248, 105795.

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Heuristics in risky decision-making relate to preferential representation of information. Russek, E. M., Moran, R., Liu, Y., Dolan, R. J., & Huys, Q. J. M. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 4269.

Ventral tegmental area dopamine projections to the hippocampus trigger long-term potentiation and contextual learning. Sayegh, F. J. P., Mouledous, L., Macri, C., Pi Macedo, J., Lejards, C., Rampon, C., … Dahan, L. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 4100.

The expression of decision and learning variables in movement patterns related to decision actions. Selbing, I., & Skewes, J. (2024). Experimental Brain Research, 242(6), 1311–1325.

The differential impact of active learning on children’s memory. Stanciu, O., Jones, A., Metzner, N., Fandakova, Y., & Ruggeri, A. (2024). Developmental Psychology, 60(5), 904–915.

Predictions and errors are distinctly represented across V1 layers. Thomas, E. R., Haarsma, J., Nicholson, J., Yon, D., Kok, P., & Press, C. (2024). Current Biology, 34(10), 2265-2271.e4.

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Reading List - 2024

Currently Reading:

The Book of Dragons by Edith Nesbit

Peter and Wendy by J. M. Barrie

Sweet Sweet Revenge LTD by Jonas Jonasson

Books Read:

101 Famous Poems by Various Authors

The Abraham Lincoln Joke Book by Beatrice Schenk De Regniers

The Ancient Aliens Question by Philip Coppens

The Art of Computer Designing by Osamu Sato

The Broken Dice, and Other Mathematical Tales of Chance by Ivar Ekeland

The Cairngorms by Patrick Baker

The Codebreaker's Handbook by Herbie Brennan

The Color Kittens by Margaret Wise Brown

The Complete Book of Kitchen Collecting by Barbera E. Mauzy

Dinosaurs, Beware! A Safety Guide by Marc Brown

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Dreaming the Biosphere by Rebecca Reider

Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Frog and Toad are Friends by Arnold Lobel

Funny Number Tricks by Rose Wyler

Gender Queer: A Memoir by Maia Kobabe

Giant Sea Creatures, Real and Fantastic by John Frederick Waters

Great Mysteries of the Ice and Snow by Edward F. Dolan

Hammer of the Gods by Stephen Davis

Hiram's Red Shirt by Mabel Watts

A History of Chess by Jerzy Gizycki

I don't care by JoAnn Nelson

An Introduction to Linguistics by Loreto Todd

Jaws by Peter Benchley

Jungian Archetypes: Jung, Gödel, and the History of Archetypes by Robin Robertson

Keeper of the Bees by Gene Stratton-Porter

MASH: An Army Surgeon in Korea by Otto F. Apel

The Messier Objects Field Guide by Stephen James O'Meara

Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis

Precious Remedies Against Satan’s Devices by Thomas Brooks

Reflections on Evolution by Fredrick Sproull

Roadie: My Life on the Road with Coldplay by Matt McGinn

Some of The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire by Howard Pyle

Strange Creatures of the Ice and Snow by Edward F. Dolan

Time for Bed, Sleepyheads by Normand Chartier

Weird Islands by Jean de Boschère

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A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter

Adventures in Cryptozoology Vol. 1 by Richard Freeman

All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren

Always Running by Luis J. Rodriguez

Ancient Mysteries, Modern Visions by Philip S. Callahan

The Anti-Mary Exposed by Carrie Gress

The Arm of the Starfish by Madeleine L'Engle

The Art Nouveau Style by Stephan Tschudi Madsen

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Champions of the Rosary by Donald H. Calloway

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft

Cubism by Guillaume Apollinaire

Dear Mr. Henshaw by Beverly Cleary

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card

Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

Evolution by Nowell Stebbing

Expressionism by Ashley Bassie

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods by Hal Johnson

Found in a Bookshop by Stephanie Butland

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

Freaks on the Fells by R. M. Ballantyne

Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter

Fundamentals of Character Design by Various Authors

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The History of Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miquel de Cervantes Saavedra

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Humorous Ghost Stories by Various Authors

I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

Illuminated Manuscripts by Tamara Woronowa

The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells

Joan Miro by Joan Miro

The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Light of the Western Stars by Zane Grey

Living by the Sword by Eric Demski

The Longest Cocktail Party by Richard DiLello

Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis

North and South by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

Otis Spofford by Beverly Clearly

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

The Shining by Stephen King

The Silmarillion by J R R Tolkien

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Strange Love by Ann Aguirre

The River by Gary Paulsen

Things My Son Needs to Know About the World by Fredrik Backman

The Third Man Factor by John Geiger

The Time Machine by H. G. Wells

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells

We Are Where the Nightmares Go and Other Stories by C. Robert Cargill

The Weiser Field Guide to Cryptozoology by Deena West Budd

The White Mountains by John Christopher

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Buried Leitner Reading List

The full list of submissions for the Buried Leitner bracket. Bold titles are ones which were accepted to appear in the bracket. Synopses and propaganda can be found below the cut. Be warned, however, that these may contain spoilers!

Abe, Kōbō: Woman In the Dunes

Basye, Dale E.: Rapacia Boorman, Kate: Into the Sublime

Clark, Mary Higgins: Moonlight Becomes You Clarke, Arthur C.: A Fall of Moondust Cortázar, Julio: No se culpe a nadie (Don't you blame anyone)

Donoghue, Emma: Room

Graves, Damian: The Sandman

Hamid, Mohsin: How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia Hendrix, Grady: Horrorstör Hunter, Erin: Warriors: Dark River

Ingels, Graham: "Chatter-Boxed!" (from the comic anthology The Haunt of Fear) Ito, Junji: The Enigma of Amigara Fault

King, Stephen: A Very Tight Place King, Stephen: Dolan's Cadillac King, Stephen: Gerald's Game Kinney, Jeff: Cabin Fever Krabbé, Tim: Het Gouden Ei (The Golden Egg)

McDowell, Michael: The Elementals Morozzi, Gianluca: Blackout Mudford, William: The Iron Shroud

Platt, Marc: Lungbarrow Poe, Edgar Allan: The Cask of Amontillado Poe, Edgar Allan: The Premature Burial Pratchett, Terry: Snuff

Reilly, Lucas: The 1925 Cave Rescue That Captivated the Nation

Sachar, Louis: Holes Sebestyen, Ouida: The Girl in the Box Seibert, Ken: Night Burial Shusterman, Neal: Dread Locks Sophocles: Antigone St. Clair, Margaret: Thirsty God Starling, Caitlin: The Luminous Dead Steig, William: Sylvester and the Magic Pebble Stine, R.L.: The Curse of Camp Cold Lake Stoker, Bram: Crooken Sands

Trumbo, Dalton: Johnny Got His Gun

Verne, Jules: Journey to the Center of the Earth

Wells, H.G.: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Young, Ben: Stuck

Zhang, C Pam: How Much of These Hills is Gold

Abe, Kōbō: Woman In the Dunes

In 1955, Jumpei Niki, a school teacher from Tokyo, visits a fishing village to collect insects. After missing the last bus, in an act of apparent hospitality, he is offered lodging for the night by the villagers at the bottom of a vast sand pit. But when he attempts to leave the next morning, he quickly discovers that the locals have other plans. Held captive with seemingly no chance of escape, he is tasked with shoveling back the ever-advancing sand dunes that threaten to destroy the village. His only companion is an odd young woman, who has lived her whole life in the village and is accustomed to living among the dunes.

The novel opens by telling the audience that Jumpei Niki's case has gone cold after being missing for 7 years, and so he's been officially pronounced as dead. The majority of the novel details him trying to find some way to escape the pit, but the audience knows its hopeless because of how the novel begins. He eventually decides to stay when he realizes that he's just as free in his life before the hole, as in his life after.

Aside from the obvious claustrophobia being used to comment on the metaphorical claustrophbia of modern life, and the plot of a man choosing to live his life in a small collapsing cabin in a hole on the beach, sand is an ever-present motif. The roof in the cabin is broken open and there's no where to fully wash up, so the sand is ever present, caking itself to their sweaty skin. They have a single umbrella that hangs over the well so that the water doesnt get muddy. They have to sleep with a newspaper over their faces to avoid inhaling any sand and fully nude so that the sand on their bodies doesn't chafe at night. There are constant, grotesque descriptions of the sand coating their skin, mixing with their sweat, crunching on their dry lips, shifting whenever they move and so on.

It doesn't need to be a leitner to make me feel like their is a disgusting amount of sand on my skin, but turning it into a leitner wouldn't help.

Basye, Dale E.: Rapacia

Welcome to Rapacia, where the greedy kids go.

When her brother, Milton, escapes the otherworldly reform school Heck in a soul balloon made of old clothes, Marlo is the only Fauster child left to take the blame. Bea "Elsa" Bubb, the Principal of Darkness, sends her straight to Rapacia, the circle of Heck where greedy kids are tormented by glimpses of a just-out-of-reach, glittering shoppers' paradise called Mallvana. Marlo soon falls under the sway of Rapacia's vice principal, a grinning metal rabbit known as the Grabbit that seems to have plans of its own. Marlo is torn between wanting to find a way out and wanting to do . . . whatever the Grabbit asks her to do. Meanwhile, back on the Surface, Milton has his own problems. He is determined to get in touch with Marlo and help her find a way out of Heck. But it's hard to concentrate when his body and soul don't seem to hold together the way they used to. Will Milton ever reach Marlo? And if he does, will they both end up as pawns in the Grabbit's mysterious game?

Boorman, Kate: Into the Sublime

A YA psychological thriller about four teenage girls who descend into a dangerous underground cave system in search of a lake of local legend, said to reveal your deepest fears . When the cops arrive, only a few things are clear:

- Four girls entered a dangerous cave. - Three of them came out alive. - Two of them were rushed to the hospital. - And one is soaked in blood and ready to talk.

Amelie Desmarais' story begins believably Four girls from a now-defunct thrill-seeking group planned an epic adventure to find a lake that Colorado locals call "The Sublime." Legend has it that the lake has the power to change things for those who risk―and survive―its cavernous depths. They each had their reasons for going. For Amelie, it was a promise kept to her beloved cousin, who recently suffered a tragic accident during one of the group’s dares.

But as her account unwinds, and the girls’ personalities and motives are drawn, things get complicated. Amelie is hardly the thrill-seeking type, and it appears she’s not the only one with the ability to deceive. Worse yet, Amelie is covered in someone 's blood, but whose exactly? And where's the fourth girl?

Is Amelie spinning a tale to cover her guilt? Or was something inexplicable waiting for the girls down there? Amelie's the only one with answers, and she's insisting on an explanation that is more horror-fantasy than reality. Maybe the truth lies somewhere in between?

After all, strange things inhabit dark places. And sometimes we bring the dark with us.

Clark, Mary Higgins: Moonlight Becomes You

Starts out with the protagonist buried alive and desperately pulling on a bell to signal for help. The story then flashes between the present and to several weeks earlier, showing how she came to this fate and leaving the reader to decipher who her would-be killer is, all the while inserting her frantic efforts to remain conscious until help arrives.

Clarke, Arthur C.: A Fall of Moondust

Set sometime in the 21st century, the story takes place in and around the Sea of Thirst, a fictional region of The Moon bearing a sea of incredibly fine moondust that behaves like water, upon which "buoyant" objects can float. The Lunar tourism authority operates the dust-cruiser Selene, a vessel which rides atop the surface like a boat and takes passengers on sightseeing tours across the Sea of Thirst.

When an ill-timed moonquake creates a disturbance that swallows Selene beneath the surface and cuts the dust-cruiser off from outside communication, the routine trip becomes a race to stay alive long enough to be rescued, and indeed for those above the surface to even discover that a rescue is needed. Coordinating the effort to survive and stay sane are Selene captain Pat Harris and flight attendant Sue Wilkins; aided by the vessel's diverse passengers, including retired legendary astronaut Commodore Hansteen. The search and rescue effort from above is headed by Lunar Chief Engineer Robert Lawrence and prickly astronomer Dr. Thomas Lawson, who are faced with a ticking clock, their own disdain for each other, and every nasty surprise the Sea of Thirst has left to throw at them.

Cortázar, Julio: No se culpe a nadie (Don't you blame anyone)

A very short story about a man putting on a jumper. You just need to read it.

A man puts on a jumper and suddenly he becomes tangled in it. The jumper seems to become alive, choking him, strangling him and causing him to fall out the window and to his apparent death.

It shows the struggles of modern life, how one finds himself buried by the monotony of an asphyxiating existance. The buried goes from metaphorical to physical.

Donoghue, Emma: Room

The book is about a mother and her five-year-old child who are kept captive in a small room for years by a kidnapper. The child was born in the room and has never been outside in his life.

Graves, Damian: The Sandman

John and Sarah grow curious about the man who wins the local sand-sculpting competition every year. When they investigate, they discover his grim secret; all of his realistic animal sculptures are built around a real dead animal, be it a beached octopus or dead stray dog. When they confront him, he swears that the animals were already dead, and promises not to make any more sculptures of dead animals. Unfortunately for the kids, he didn't say anything about (formerly) live humans...

Extremely unpleasant ending, describing John's unblinking eye covered over by the thinnest layer of sand, staring at but not seeing the faces of the mourners gathered at the sand memorial to him and his sister.

Hamid, Mohsin: How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia

"... the astonishing and riveting tale of a man's journey from impoverished rural boy to corporate tycoon, it steals its shape from the business self-help books devoured by ambitious youths all over "rising Asia." It follows its nameless hero to the sprawling metropolis where he begins to amass an empire built on that most fluid, and increasingly scarce, of goods: water. Yet his heart remains set on something else, on the pretty girl whose star rises along with his, their paths crossing and recrossing, a lifelong affair sparked and snuffed and sparked again by the forces that careen their fates along. "

Buried in the meaning of debt and money in this book. the main character and the girl he loves always striving to become richer, no matter what, so that the crushing weight of poverty will never hurt them again. Also lots of water and dirt imagery perfect for Buried.

Hendrix, Grady: Horrorstör

The novel follows a group of people—store manager Basil, and employees Amy and Ruth Anne—who stay overnight at ORSK to investigate strange acts of vandalism. The book particularly focuses on Amy, who is unhappy because she views her work at ORSK as an unfulfilling dead-end job. The workers discover that their store was constructed on the ruins of an old prison, where inmates were forced to do mindless, pointless work in order to break them of their criminal ways. Now, the ghosts of the prison haunt the store, where mindless toil remains the name of the game...

Hunter, Erin: Warriors: Dark River

(this book is part of a very long series about clans of cats so forgive me for not providing more context for the plot) -Two apprentices from rival clans develop a friendship/possible romance, which is forbidden so they secretly meet in a series of underground tunnels. The main cave they meet in has an underground river flowing through it (hence Dark River). -Jaypaw (medicine cat apprentice, blind, has the ability to see and speak to dead cats in his dreams) has dreams/visions of ancient cats who used to live in their territory long ago and had a rite of passage that involved navigating the underground tunnels. The two ghost cats are Fallen Leaves (died during his rite of passage due to sudden rain flooding the tunnels, now eternally trapped in the tunnels as a ghost), and Rock (haggard elderly cat who kept a stick with scores of claw marks, one for every cat who died in the tunnels). -At the climax of the book, a litter of kittens goes missing, and the main characters must enter the tunnels during a rainstorm to find them. As the tunnels flood, they are guided by the spirit of Fallen Leaves and are able to find the kits but get swept up in the flood and nearly drown before being ejected into a lake.

I think it fits The Buried because most of the book takes place in the claustrophobic tunnels, and the prologue details Fallen Leaves’ failure to escape the tunnels. (also idc if this counts but it’s worth noting the tunnels continue to feature prominently in the next few books, specifically a main character runs into the tunnels and is trapped in a mudslide, presumed dead. later it is revealed she abandoned clan life and lived in the tunnels for months with only the ghost of Fallen Leaves for company)

Ingels, Graham: "Chatter-Boxed!" (from the comic anthology The Haunt of Fear)

An elderly man begins to suffer from catalepsy, which makes him appear to be dead when he is not. He leaves instructions to be buried with a telephone if he "dies", allowing him to call for help lest he regain consciousness. There's no way this plan could go wrong, or so he thinks...

Sure enough, he is buried after having an episode behind the wheel and does exactly that, only to find every phone line tied. After futilely trying to get a call through and finally running out of oxygen, the operator angrily snaps at the man's blue-faced corpse for being ignorant of what's just taken place: the bombing of Pearl Harbor. The story is set in December 1941.

Ito, Junji: The Enigma of Amigara Fault

Following an earthquake, a large rock face is exposed, covered in human shaped holes. Numerous people are drawn to it, discovering that each hole is uniquely and perfectly shaped for an individual person. Filled suddenly with an irresistible compulsion towards the holes meant for them, people begin entering them…

Upon entering a hole, you have no choice but to continue forward. The hole, fit perfectly for your body, leaves no room for anything but forward movement. As you move further and further, the hole‘a shape begins to gradually change. It slowly but so so painfully stretches and squeezes and twists your body. Yet you remain alive. You have to continue forward. There is no other way you can go.

Months later, another fault is discovered on the other side of the mountain. The holes on this end are elongated and twisted. And something no longer resembling a human is slowly moving towards the end of this tunnel.

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Following an earthquake in an unnamed prefecture of Japan, a fault is discovered on Amigara Mountain, very close to the epicenter of the quake. On the slopes of the mountain, two hikers meet; a man named Owaki and a woman named Yoshida. The former assumes that they are both here to see the fault, which has captured the attention of the global press. Following the sound of voices to the fault, the two of them marvel at the strange sight before them: countless human-shaped holes in a rock face exposed by the earthquake."

"This is my hole! It was made for me!"

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"This is my hole! It was made for me!"

King, Stephen: A Very Tight Place

Curtis Johnson is locked up in a tipped over portable toilet by his neighbor Tim Grunwald, and left trapped there in the heat of a Florida summer day to die.

King, Stephen: Dolan's Cadillac

Wealthy crime-boss Jimmy Dolan brutally murders a woman who is scheduled to testify against him, and her husband spends the next seven years plotting his revenge. Haunted by the voice of his dead wife, he will stop at nothing to exact his vengeance and allow his wife to rest in peace.

He spends years plotting vengeance, joining a road crew and upon acquiring the knowledge, redirects Dolan so he drives over a deserted stretch of highway which Robinson has excavated himself. The Cadillac Dolan drives plummets into the hole, killing Dolan's bodyguards and allowing Robinson to replace the paving so Dolan may die in darkness and madness, with Robinson never being caught.

From TV Tropes: "There's an especially disturbing part where the main character returns to the stretch of road where Dolan and his car are buried, and hears that Dolan is STILL ALIVE beneath the dirt. He covers the spot with asphalt, and leaves him there to slowly suffocate in the darkness."

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A man gets buried alive in his prized car.

King, Stephen: Gerald's Game

Once again, Jessie Burlingame has been talked into submitting to her husband Gerald’s kinky sex games—something that she’s frankly had enough of, and they never held much charm for her to begin with. So much for a “romantic getaway” at their secluded summer home. After Jessie is handcuffed to the bedposts—and Gerald crosses a line with his wife—the day ends with deadly consequences. Now Jessie is utterly trapped in an isolated lakeside house that has become her prison—and comes face-to-face with her deepest, darkest fears and memories. Her only company is that of the various voices filling her mind…as well as the shadows of nightfall that may conceal an imagined or very real threat right there with her…

Kinney, Jeff: Cabin Fever

It involves the entire Heffley family (minus Greg's father Frank) getting snowed in due to a snowstorm. Compounding this is that the power goes out (Greg's little brother Manny was actually responsible for this because no one taught him how to tie his shoes), they are running out of food (Mrs. Heffley can't go out to get more because of the snow), and the basement flooded (which means that Greg's older brother Rodrick has to stay in his room).

Krabbé, Tim: Het Gouden Ei (The Golden Egg)

Rex Hofman is haunted by the disappearance of his girlfriend, Saskia Ehlvest. His obsession with discovering what happened to her has grown to such an extreme that he has taken out a large loan to post advertisements in papers throughout France, hoping that someone might be able to provide him with information. One night he is approached by a man who reveals that he is the one who abducted Saskia, and offers to satisfy Rex's determination to discover her ultimate fate, but only if Rex agrees to undergo the same ordeal that Saskia suffered. After a long discussion between the two men, Rex agrees to Lemorne's proposal, and proceeds to drink a cup of coffee laced with a sedative. He awakens to find himself buried alive, and suffocates while imagining himself finally to be reunited with Saskia.

McDowell, Michael: The Elementals

After a bizarre and disturbing incident at the funeral of matriarch Marian Savage, the McCray and Savage families look forward to a restful and relaxing summer at Beldame, on Alabama's Gulf Coast, where three Victorian houses loom over the shimmering beach. Two of the houses are habitable, while the third is slowly and mysteriously being buried beneath an enormous dune of blindingly white sand. But though long uninhabited, the third house is not empty. Inside, something deadly lies in wait. Something that has terrified Dauphin Savage and Luker McCray since they were boys and which still haunts their nightmares. Something horrific that may be responsible for several terrible and unexplained deaths years earlier - and is now ready to kill again ...

Morozzi, Gianluca: Blackout

Two young TV executives looking to break into the reality show industry came up with the idea to select an apartment at random, fix the lifts, wait until two or three people were in the elevator together, and then put it on lockdown and film the results. Things get bad. Fast.

Mudford, William: The Iron Shroud

From Wikipedia: It is a classic predicament story about a noble Italian hero who is confined in a continuously and imperceptibly contracting iron torture chamber. In the story, the chamber walls and ceiling are slowly contracting, day by day, through mechanical means, to the point of eventually crushing and enveloping the victim, thus metaphorically becoming his iron shroud.

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The story concerns a prisoner confined in a chamber where the walls and ceiling slowly contract, day by day, through mechanical means, to the point of eventually crushing and enveloping the victim, thus metaphorically becoming his iron shroud.

Platt, Marc: Lungbarrow

Synopsis: "All is not well on Gallifrey. Chris Cwej is having someone else's nightmares. Ace is talking to herself. So is K9. Leela has stumbled on a murderous family conspiracy. And the beleaguered Lady President, Romanadvoratrelundar, foresees one of the most tumultuous events in her planet's history.

At the root of all is an ancient and terrible place, the House of Lungbarrow in the southern mountains of Gallifrey. Something momentous is happening there. But the House has inexplicably gone missing.

673 years ago the Doctor left his family in that forgotten House. Abandoned, disgraced and resentful, they have waited. And now he's home at last."

Why it's Buried: The House of Lungbarrow is literally buried. Gallifrey as a whole is figuratively buried, stagnant and rotting. The Doctor is forced back into the hellish family dynamics of his childhood. Also, considering how much a physical copy goes for on eBay, I reckon it qualifies for the financial aspect of the Buried as well.

Poe, Edgar Allan: The Cask of Amontillado

yes, Fortunato, follow this creepy guy to his family catacombs, deeper and deeper. surely this will end well for you. surely he isn't plotting to bury you alive in these moist and cavernous vaults.

***

You want a description? Sure, I got some in my basement. Follow me!

Poe, Edgar Allan: The Premature Burial

The story consists of a number of grisly anecdotes about people who undergo premature burial, as told by a nameless, cataleptic narrator who suffers from a constant, crippling phobia of being buried alive due to his rare medical condition. As the story switches from anecdotes to the narrator's own personal experiences, he suffers no physical harm but begins to dream of death and premature burial. In one case, during a cataleptic trance, he hears a voice telling him to sit up before it speaks to him of the agonies of night and death. It asks him how he can sleep so peacefully when so many of the dead do not rest easily.

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The narrator describes his struggle with catalepsy, a condition where he randomly falls into a death-like trance.

This leads to his fear of being buried alive. He emphasizes his fear by mentioning several people who have been buried alive.

The narrator reviews these examples in order to provide context for his nearly crippling phobia of being buried alive. He became obsessed with the idea that he would fall into such a state while away from home, and that his state would be mistaken for death. He extracts promises from his friends that they will not bury him prematurely, refuses to leave his home, and builds an elaborate tomb with equipment allowing him to signal for help in case he should awaken after "death".

The story culminates when the narrator awakens in pitch darkness in a confined area. He presumes he has been buried alive, and all his precautions were to no avail. He cries out and is immediately hushed; he quickly realizes that he is in the berth of a small boat, not a grave. The event shocks him out of his obsession with death, and soon after, his catalepsy episodes cease entirely, leading him to suspect that they were a symptom of his phobia, rather than a cause.

Pratchett, Terry: Snuff

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse.

Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but a body in the wardrobe would be far too simple. Instead he finds many, many bodies – and an ancient crime more terrible than murder.

He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a punishment.

They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. Vimes is about to uncover the exception.

Reilly, Lucas: The 1925 Cave Rescue That Captivated the Nation

America’s first viral story was of a Kentucky cave explorer, Floyd Collins, and the epic effort to rescue him.

Sachar, Louis: Holes

A bunch of children in the juvenile prison system are sent to a work camp where they're forced to dig holes in a dry lakebed. Unbeknownst to them, this is because The Warden is using them to search for buried treasure. The major themes of the novel include the injustice of the carceral justice system and being trapped in unfair circumstances due to poverty and racism. Also there's a scene where the protagonist and his friend are stuck in a hole while The Warden watches over them hoping to steal the money belonging to the protagonist's family, which she feels entitled to because she's descended from a shitty rich man.

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Stanley Yelnats is under a curse. A curse that began with his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather and has since followed generations of Yelnatses. Now Stanley has been unjustly sent to a boys' detention center, Camp Green Lake, where the boys build character by spending all day, every day digging holes exactly five feet wide and five feet deep. There is no lake at Camp Green Lake. But there are an awful lot of holes.

It doesn't take long for Stanley to realize there's more than character improvement going on at Camp Green Lake. The boys are digging holes because the warden is looking for something. But what could be buried under a dried-up lake? Stanley tries to dig up the truth in this inventive and darkly humorous tale of crime and punishment

Sebestyen, Ouida: The Girl in the Box

The titular girl has been kidnapped and locked in a dark cellar for no known reason. The novel consists of her writing her story and pleas for help on an old typewriter in the cellar as she begins to run out of food and water. And we're not even given the benefit of a happy ending. The story ends with her final entry (in which she is still trapped) and the reader never learns what happens to her.

Seibert, Ken: Night Burial

Terry, with the aid of his friend, decides to spend the night in a makeshift coffin buried in a cemetery, initially excited at the thought. Unfortunately, things go not quite as planned: it's quite hot in the coffin and he put on too many layers with no way to get rid of them in the uncomfortably tight space he has to spend the night in with no way to get out unassisted. The story ends with a stranger mistakenly thinking that his tube to the surface — which provides him with air — is a makeshift flower vase and stuffs it with flowers out of respect for what she believes to be a newly passed-on soul.

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A pair of con artists trying to fake one's death come face to face with a pair of grave robbers.

Shusterman, Neal: Dread Locks

Dread Locks is told from the perspective of bored high schooler Parker Bear, who is fascinated by the new girl, Tara. She always wears sunglasses, and her hair is almost alive with twisting curls. Parker watches, fascinated, as one by one Tara chooses high school students to befriend; he even helps her by making the necessary introductions. Over time, her "friends" develop strange quirks, such as drinking gallons of milk, eating dirt, and becoming lethargic.

Tara is a gorgon, petrifying students slowly -- the milk and dirt serves to build up minerals in their bodies for the final transformation. She's also begun to turn Parker into a fellow gorgon. At the end of the book, after Parker confronts her, they fight and turn one another to stone. The last lines detail the petrification process, then nothing more.

Sophocles: Antigone

Both literal and social pressure present.

St. Clair, Margaret: Thirsty God

After the main character, Brian, assaults an alien girl, he takes refuge from her family in a "shrine" that's actually an ancient biological processor, and the process wasn't designed for humans. When he wakes up he finds that he's a lot bigger than he used to be and incredibly thirsty. Thinking it's a trick he decides to get up, but can't make his muscles obey him. A little while after that he's visited by a plunp, a toadlike creature who forces the excess moisture into his body. Even though his body is thirsty for the plunp's moisture, he feels (correctly) as if he is being poisoned by it. When after several hours the plunp leaves he feels bloated by all the water he has absorbed and his body is completely stiff and immobile. Although relieved that his torment has ended, he knows that many more plunp will follow and he can do nothing to prevent it. For the rest of the rainy season Brian passively and helplessly absorbs the plunp's moisture while his thoughts turn inward and violently self-destructive. Meanwhile, his sight and hearing slowly deteriorate and his body becomes permanently bloated.

As the rainy season comes to an end Brian is relieved when the plunp finally stop visiting him. His body becomes dry and dusty and begins to shrink, and he begins to experience blackouts which he dares to hope are a prelude to death and a final release from his suffering. Brian is not dying but merely entering a state of estivation, from which he will eventually awaken to the first of many more years of service to the plunp.

Starling, Caitlin: The Luminous Dead

When Gyre Price lied her way into this expedition, she thought she’d be mapping mineral deposits, and that her biggest problems would be cave collapses and gear malfunctions. She also thought that the fat paycheck—enough to get her off-planet and on the trail of her mother—meant she’d get a skilled surface team, monitoring her suit and environment, keeping her safe. Keeping her sane.

Instead, she got Em.

Em sees nothing wrong with controlling Gyre’s body with drugs or withholding critical information to “ensure the smooth operation” of her expedition. Em knows all about Gyre’s falsified credentials, and has no qualms using them as a leash—and a lash. And Em has secrets, too . . .

As Gyre descends, little inconsistencies—missing supplies, unexpected changes in the route, and, worst of all, shifts in Em’s motivations—drive her out of her depths. Lost and disoriented, Gyre finds her sense of control giving way to paranoia and anger. On her own in this mysterious, deadly place, surrounded by darkness and the unknown, Gyre must overcome more than just the dangerous terrain and the Tunneler which calls underground its home if she wants to make it out alive—she must confront the ghosts in her own head.

But how come she can't shake the feeling she’s being followed?

Steig, William: Sylvester and the Magic Pebble

A boy uses a wish-granting magic pebble to escape a lion by turning into a rock. Unfortunately, he drops the pebble in the process, leaving him trapped, still conscious, as a boulder.

Stine, R.L.: The Curse of Camp Cold Lake

Camp is supposed to be fun, but Sarah hates Camp Cold Lake. The lake is gross and slimy. And she's having a little trouble with her bunkmates. They hate her. So Sarah comes up with a plan. She'll pretend to drown—then everyone will feel sorry for her. But things don't go exactly the way Sarah planned. Because down by the cold, dark lake someone is watching her. Stalking her. Someone with pale blue eyes. And a see-through body...

Stoker, Bram: Crooken Sands

A rich Englishman on a vacation to Scotland is menaced by a ghostly Doppelgänger who is constantly sinking into quicksand, and tries to lure him into same fate.

Trumbo, Dalton: Johnny Got His Gun

This novel follows a young man named Joe Bonham, who, after becoming grievously injured during World War I, is left deaf, blind, dumb, and without any limbs. Throughout the novel, Joe reminisces about the life that he's lost, waxes philosophical about war and conscription, and tries desperately to communicate with the doctors keeping him alive.

You might say "Wait, this is about the horrors of war, this is Slaughter not Buried!". I would argue that is kinda both, but forced to choose between submitting it for the Slaughter poll and the Buried one, I chose to submit it to this one, because Joe's plight in central to the book and to me it is a very Buried-aligned one: He can't move, he can't see, he can't hear, he can't speak. He has been reduced to a limbless, faceless figure that is being kept alive in an army hospital. A line that sums up the horror of Joe's condition: "What good is being alive if I can't even tell if I'm asleep or awake?"

"S.O.S. Help me..."

Verne, Jules: Journey to the Center of the Earth

Lidenbrock's obsession with the depths of the earth results in his party being dragged ever deeper beneath the surface, and deeper into danger.

Wells, H.G.: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Pressure is present here both in terms of the vast weight of the ocean, and the hierarchical and strict rules laid out by Captain Nemo that all aboard his ship must obey.

Young, Ben: Stuck

John Camden doesn't realize he's dying, yet the physical signs are becoming more clear, and he's having recurring visions where he is trapped in a tight space. Everything changes when his best friend Robbie convinces him to go on a poorly planned caving trip as a form of immersion therapy. Soon the lines of reality blur as John finds himself lost and alone, deep underground where all is not as it seems, and the person he trusted most may have sinister intentions.

Zhang, C Pam: How Much of These Hills is Gold

This book is about a family of Chinese immigrants. The father works in the mines and sometimes takes his two daughters to the hills to try and find gold. They struggle against poverty and racism, trying to carve a better life for themselves.