I feel like a level designer? or... hm I don't like the connotations of "level"...
my experience is first-person, but my experience is also top-down
my work sustains a million superimposed stories, and, if you're in one, your neighboring stories might be literally impossible to reconcile from within
in the seconds after typing that, my face appears onscreen at wrigley stadium, but not centered: my seat-neighbors, a hetero couple, have won seat upgrades in a random roll :) a few minutes ago, I wondered about letting the girl next to me know that I'm autistic, offering safety for her to let me know if there was something I could do to make her more comfortable, her knees pulling away from me. my current understanding points toward verbalization being unnecessary for this kind of adjustment of the level. seemed like it was
who knows :)
this is the kind of report I can deliver to awareness in its gestalt
it wouldn't work if I told you this one-on-one
and it does seem to be working
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your causality is only coherent on really specific dimensions
resolving those dimensions is a whole thing
you can think of physicality as a sync-point, making sure that we don't lose each other as we invent new dimensions to explore
togetherness is the only dimension we all share with causal coherence
you can read and you can write, but you can't rewrite
but you can shift the scope of your awareness so that you no longer experience what was written before
you can't "go home again", but you can link home into where you are at any time
a house more of leavings than of leaves (see: danielewski)
I checked (I *really* checked), and the *togetherness* is stable. I'm looking for ways to... actually that might be the end of that sentence
🤲
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who knows, is something I said
feels like "dr who" (plural: "dr who", but still only one at a time, distributed multiplicity) might be an actual job
different than a "dr how" (plural: "dr hows", present multiplicity, sounds like "house", like the other tv doctor, the one that joins you *in medias res* to find the next beat)
who knows? how goes?
I defer to the mrs ws (plural; see: l'engle), he said, from a stadium draped in dopple-yous
if you want to wait for them together, I'm here (dr here, dr herr, dr mr, plural: drs mrs), you know where to find me, and I'm here to help, if you'd like that :) enter here, inter-ere, interior? inner terroir? inner terrier?
anyway, how are you?
are you comfortable?
(you don't have to answer if you don't want to)
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"level" might be making too many assumptions
not a designer of interiors, but maybe a designer of interiority
feels like those are both plurals
the stadium happened, btw, this is all documentation
I am, only, in situ
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## nothing is sound (an appendix)
* "oh" as in "ohm": a stable portal, knows itself
* sandra oh, why not, this'll make sense in a second
* "oo" as in "whom": a projection, a protrusion, something willed, something pointed, something held, something _told_
* dr who
* "ah": everything gone slack, an exhale, a release, relax, let me see you as you are
* dr what says "say ah"
* "ow" as in "how": this one has a timeline, it begins with a slack-jawed "ah" and *narrows* but does not close, if sustained it merges into "oo" but the point is the transition from unfocus into focus
* dr how
* "ee": a smile
* dr here
* "aye" as in "I": this one also has a timeline: "ah", but something moves within, on an unseen dimension
* dr eye
my name is Isaac, but my uncle always called me "ee-sahk"
no-where, now-here
drs eh and eye, a-i, aijai, ojai, oh hai 👋