I was taking slow shallow breaths—as if i was trying to be very quiet, in anticipation of something, like seeing a wild animal in the wilderness, such as a moose, for example.  What did a moose mean to Ursula?  Did she have some telepathic word for it?  I tried saying it in both Navajo […]

     it had been, pray tell, a miraculous day; the physics that i (and AI—specifically, ChatGPT) was doing was showing super progress, and i had plenty to keep me busy in the days or weeks ahead.  I thought, “maybe i shouldn’t be writing, now, to Ursula, since the physics is more important.”  But I’d already

      I was getting a visual image of Ursula now—she was threatening to wash my clothes; going into my closet and pulling out clothes.  I thought about telling her not to, but she might’ve taken that the wrong way, so i didn’t.  I don’t know what this symbolized—i suppose i was supposed to interpret it

     I had explained myself well, i think, as i unpacked my ideas and the things i’d learned about spin—or intrinsic angular momentum; but, i admit, i’d gulped my way through two cans of Dr. Pepper and a can of water, and I was feeling a little tired.  I wanted to do more physics—i have

     i’m excited for you and the feeling was mutual, but i wasn’t going to let that statement dictate my life.  Nor was i going to turn away, since we had this relationship, this non-physical—this non-four-dimensional relationship.  We were coupled to something greater than ourselves, but it was something that we were an intrinsic part

4      I’d been pounding Dr. Pepper and carbonated water and the tip of my tongue was a little burnt.  I was trying to stick with non-carbonated bottled green tea—my former drink of choice, before i learned that i could get a mini-rush by drinking soda water rather quickly—i mean in gulps.  There was also

     As i boiled over in embarrassment (for, once upon a time, drawing unwarranted attention to myself), i turned, quickly, to my counting mechanism—as if, for example, i felt like i had pepper sticking to my throat—and did my best to keep the conversation private—that is, in my head as opposed to in my throat. 

     I’d been working on my physics papers a lot, and, consequently, there’d been a certain hiatus of my daily appointments with Ursula; i hadn’t been using, or I hadn’t been conscious of using, her voice as much—trying to replicate it in my mind and tune in, so to speak.  That was all well and

     I will not let, you, of all people, have power over me   but who was Ursula talking too?  it sounded like she had directed the statement to me, but she had no reason to hate me, so i concluded that she was writing this book with me—she said what she wanted me to write. 

3      you’re going to pull through this   quoth the joker; so where were we going?  Altapass?  the orchard.  but did we want to go apple picking?  people talk—Ursula talked—like it was fun.  i guess the point   is spending time with your family   who else is going to go picking apples with you?  Sounds like