If itβs not already clear from my posting, the worst way in my mind by which you can interpret a text is the way in which you set out to deprive it of its intellectual and ethical complexity.

The dream of a gently woken lamb. Each blade of grass as it lies down. Sibling to those other blades you might have heard of. I've been described as "resilient; optimistic; patient."
Non-binary, agender, transneutral, neutrois. Begrudgingly attached to another word for my gender group starting with βNβ.
You might know me by a pen name, and you'll find I've got another profile under that pen name.
If itβs not already clear from my posting, the worst way in my mind by which you can interpret a text is the way in which you set out to deprive it of its intellectual and ethical complexity.
(The Ursula K. Le Guin allusion here becomes important in regard to what I'm subtweeting. May that be the one textual clue I'll give.)