The discussion around authorship were as if in a cloud of dust of conversations that revolved around but did not home in on the notion of author.
C.P. (as heard by Scribe): Somehow I wanted to be blended. As in “drrrrrrgd, drrrrrrgd”. Scribe: You want to be blended? Like in a blender? C.P.: No that’s not what I said. Group: Everybody understood it that way. Scribe: I’m gonna leave it like this.
Do you see yourself as being in a polyamorous relationship with your different selves?
Militant ventriloquism
Hanging out in someone’s dream
“Can I trust the path of thought she is leaning on?”
Learning a new language is meeting a new version of yourself.
(I will stop interpreting you invisibly.)