What the fuck did I write.
How the fuck did I write it. It's beyond my normal ability outside of these things.
Less a muse than a haunting. Literarily, not literally.
Is what it's written as... a posting voice? It's certainly not a writing voice, whatever the hell that means. You know it when you see it.
Where does "posting dialect" end and new medium begin? It's not a blog, gods willing.
How the fuck do I even present it on the page. How do you weave it the way it needs to be.
It looks and sounds unhinged.
When something is important enough, popping the hinges is the only way in when the door is otherwise barred. They're never as strong as the lock.
maybe I'll even post it here. After all, it's okay if you're open source project is a little bit shit. At least people can use it's ideas, then. If they need them.
When they need them.
Maybe more to follow. We'll see. When it comes to writing, we're out on the ragged edge.
Sic Hunt Deaconess, or whatever.
Further transmissions to follow.
Memory permitting.
