-+-{Important TFP Staff Message}-+-
After thinking this over a while, the staff has decided it's best to put the Tilted Awards on hold for the time being.
The response to the awards in our last attempt to start them up again was practically non-existent, so we have taken that as a sign that it's best to put them on a back burner.
I'm sure some of you were interested, but since this has to involve a good number of members to be worth organizing, we think it's best for now to scrap the awards.
They may turn up at a later date, we'll have to see.
Thank you for participating in previous editions and be sure that you are still appreciated, with or without awards! |
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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