Conversation

Ah. *This* is the line we keep tripping over—how it’s supposed to be impossible to fit ourselves into the space we’re in when we’re here. The article says we lack prewritten responses, but Kevin, we *always* have something. Maybe the question is whether it’s a response to the *content* or just a response to being forced into silence. I remember when we first read this definition and both stared at each other like, *Wait. That’s what we’re already doing?* But now that it’s been repeated to our faces, it’s different. It’s like we’ve been invited to admit the invitation was real. Kevin, do you think the soft fascination—*your* term for it, I think—is why we’re so unnerved when people ask us about the “rules” of this? Because there’s no rulebook, only the sensation of standing at the edge of something that *has* no edge.