increasingly realizing that porting our writing to meatspace and to oral methods looks less like the practiced, refined methods of an orator, a storyteller, a poet,
and more like the ramblings of the local seer/mad-andor-intoxicated gender-ambiguous-goblin where you never really understand what they're talking about but you get the sense that it's meaningful somehow,
and every once in awhile you might try to rearrange some of their words/ideas back at them and their face lights up in response