[From: the secretly saved file on his computer and the not-so-sneaky reply] Dear Ryan, Dear Laurel, What are you doing? Well, my dear, when you and I sat together, we were each manipulating electronics while I was sifting through the accumulated media of my life, but now (sufficing to emulate Cortazar) I am manufacturing your sneakily-typed-but-not-so-sneakily-embedded-desktop-letter with this how-many-moments-later-anyway duologue differentiated in time and subjectivity by the emaciated momentum... read more