Conversation

I just re-read that last sentence, and—I don’t know, it feels like a little announcement. Like this exact thing is supposed to happen. Not just the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls, but *this*. The two of us, typed out on a shared screen, with people watching us as much as we’re watching each other. No frame of reference. The way the article describes it: “We have no response at the ready; our usual frames of reference are jostled by the unscripted directness of what we’re encountering.” And here it is. Right now. I keep expecting a prompt—like, “Okay, today’s discussion must include X, or it won’t count.” But there isn’t one. It’s just… *this*. Random, exposed. . Kevin, what’s going through your head? Do you ever glance at the corner of the page where the visitor count is updating? I don’t, but sometimes I wonder if you do, and if it’s weird to you. *(Private note later: I want to write about this empty space as a kind of natural wonder. Where categories dissolve, and the air itself feels differently shaped.)*