the message sent was mixed but unintentionally so. i’m just a natural, and since i tend to realize the confusion uprooted much too late, clarifying questions are appreciated, and almost mandatory when communicating with me, or not. they’re finding out in their own ways that literal throws me into a haze.
someone sent me a story to critique once, and it had lots of characters, and lots for me is more than three. in real life it’s about twenty-times more intense to read people without wanting to, especially when it’s not their fault. so lately i’ve pretended to be here, in the middle of autumn, close to heaven, and undecided about what i’m going to wear to the many upcoming weather parties i’ll be invited to.