When I was a wee lad in my 20s — before the internet — I had occasions to write letters
I began to fear the process — seeing as the recipients often — seemed to not read what was written — rather what was underneath the words — the weedy bits that were never meant to be heard
“That’s not what I meant!” — I developed a healthy fear of being misunderstood — and so welcomed the re-invention of the emoji — as a way to ameliorate the psychic leakage
Here — the same meta-communication works to our mutual advantage — I might write about the arachnid big and venomous enough to entrap woodchucks glutted on human bones
but what is happening — beneath —is I’m idylly wondering what could be turning over the moss next to our house
I hope you didn’t listen to the audio recording at the beginning — that was embarrassing — I was idelly wondering if you could tell I was humming with @ErlandCooper ‘Music for Growing Flowers?’
You didn’t? Good — then at least I’ve shored up some leaks after all these years
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