You try and keep to a linear sense of comprehension as you read it, but your brain just twists itself into knots and starts to throb. The harder you try to put order to the the many images and concepts you encounter, the more your head spins. Everything makes perfect sense on its own. Nothing makes sense as a whole.

AUW: You’re far, far too perceptive. This was the digital equivalent of rearranging cut up strips of words. I’m still not sure whether to reveal the original, though, a practice that would have been impossible - or at least highly unlikely - in the olden days of paper and scissors.

2ndhandsoul: No, it wasn’t a late-night meander. I’m just as confused mid-morning and early afternoon, too. And yes, I have been known to kick unsuspecting behinds at Scrabble. Mwahahahaha.

There are a few responses that come to this frazzled mind upon first - and, if I’m honest, second and third - reading of the above words:

1. It all makes a peculiar kind of sense.
2. Except it doesn’t make too much sense. But I think I can spot the joins and part of me wants to sit down, snip away at the screen with a pair of scissors, and then piece all the correct parts back together again, and see what the secret is.
3. Part of me wants to leave it just as it is, with the curious rightness of the mystery intact.

You wrestle with formidable intensity, Ani. What I hope most is that you are finding happiness right now.