I'd like you to stay, if that makes you happy. A temporary photo of myself has been set, because I agree there's something evil about the previous AI generated one, but I'll be putting my official photo up to a vote.

I was on the verge of reaching out to you on NC, when that new account was also suddenly gone? The delay was nothing against you. I simply wasn't able to jump into any additional conversations for a few days.

There's a lot to update everyone on, so I'll be back publishing again soon. Also, I'm concerned you've been through too much these last several months because of me. I'm aware I need to fuck around less, and take better care of myself, so I can take better care of my readers too.

As for this piece, if anything felt personal, I invite you to talk about it, whether in the comments, or in private. I'll admit I was wary of leaving the ending as it was, but that's exactly the kind of overthinking which prevents me from getting much done in the first place. Know there was no intended connection to anyone as I wrote the words.

By the time I brought up vines, my mind was on monkeys at the dinner table.

Yours,

G