On paper: where reality is, all that: it’s you. You, and our daughter.

I also like some other people, but no one else comes close.

Sometimes you seem to like me, too.

On paper: where unreality undulates, all that: it’s the guys from starlingstory. It’s Eva from my new thing I’m writing. It’s Gideon the 9th. It’s someone not-real, because not-real is safe and I can spend time with them and since they don’t know I am they can’t get annoyed with me.

I hate it when people are annoyed with me.

I’d rather they be angry.