I’m in awe of chaos and how easily it erupts, how fragile the audience of everything: one wrong word an unexpected May wind, unseasonal cold front, and the world falls to petals. Or maybe it’s more like the button push, gif or emoji from someone who’s had a bad day, the discord of sticking a tongue out. Trolls, of course, they can always do damage, nudging already irritated unthinkers, pinching the unaware. Today, I just want peace, not have to worry about language, misinterpreted gestures, the slip of imperfect usage. I want to be articulate. I want to be understood. Exact as prediction done right. Clear as innocence. -Katherine Gotthardt
