Auto Correct is a nightmare. Why don't phones have spell check like fucking word processors. Or food like food processors. Or thoughts like thought processors.
I think about how. In 1984. It was still possible to find someone you love. But even that is something the regime shut down. I remember where the two of them came
Across each other and didn't
Acknowlede each other. Because
They betrayed one another.
And even in our society. It seems like. It seems like. Like limitations on how people interact with one another limit the possibility of
Paring with another compatible
Individual. You admit you broke
The rules and you are both in
Trouble. But the key to making sure
You are happy with the person
You meet, is to make sure
There is nothing that forces you
Together unnecessarily. The Ash
Situation was a nightmare, and yet
I still wrote her a letter. The beauty
About letters is that it takes so long
For them to arrive. That the writers
Of the letters have to say and think
About as much as possible to say.
Text messages are very short.
Rapid fire. And quick. They don't
Allow you to be diplomatic. Or to
Consider customs. Or to consider
How. what you feel. translates into
What you say. And ultimately into
What you see happen. Ash would
Sometimes badger me. And I would
Get irritated at her for not leaving
Me alone. And when there were circumstances that limited me from
Seeing her. She would bug me.
Anyway. About not calling or seeing
Her.
I felt like. If. Well. My first choice to
Write the letter to my former boss
At the OTA. Well. I have no idea.
This stuff seems strange. Super
Strange. Nightmare.
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