it’s just that face-to-face interactions can sometimes be difficult. i am faced with another person, another body, another mind (as in, another universe), and i am shocked, stunned, debilitated. this is my experience of interface. i immediately become a stranger to myself.
i can write but i can’t speak. you’ll never know what i’m feeling or thinking unless i write you a letter.
I am alone. Something has been grating on my conscience. It’s about the lifespan of memory. Memory is the only thing I know of that is born (in experience) and dies (in forgetting), yet always remains somehow alive (in the body, memories re-emerge). Whomever, this has been on my mind. Whomever, where do I go from here?