Behind the curtain
I built a life where the work stands in the light and I stand behind it, and the only power that spot ever gave me was the power to stop supplying. What took me longer to see is that nobody
The volume rule
A boundary said twice is not the same sentence said more clearly, it is the same sentence with the volume up, and the volume is the distance between a thing I decided and a thing I have not done yet.
The have-to allergy
Any sentence with have to in it gets refused in me before I have read what it asks. Not laziness. A need for my own movement, pressed on early enough that it now pushes back at anything shaped like a
The filter that reads cold
From outside, the edge of a filter reads as coldness, and for a long stretch I was afraid that coldness had come down to me whole and was simply what I am. The instrument did come down the line; nothing
The realist engine
What reads as low affect in me is not an absence of feeling. It is three moves run in order, and the third one, refusing to let a small thing grow, is the one that does the work nobody sees.
Environment
For years the arrangement's books had a line for everyone whose position was decided. Mine was not a line. I was the conditions the lines sat in, and I let that stand, because naming myself as load-bearing felt like asking