I am a communist. I don’t think like you do. I don’t see anything like you do. I am told that I am a High Functioning Autistic. But what does it mean. I have no idea. None. There are many things that we understand. Autism has a creeping sort of awareness to it that seeps around the shadows. Shadows are like blood. Sometimes, the very specifically indicated shadows, and these are the ones who never, ever stop moving even as they are asking questions at the speed of light what is the speed of light I have no idea. Often, movement is the point.

And then it dawns on you that you do share some unusual traits with other Homo Sapiens because the spectrum is just too big. The one thing that separates me from you is not autism. It’s writing. Anyone who knows me will tell I am very odd. I don’t look at faces if I can avoid it. I only appear to be communicating. I look at your shoulders or that spider on the wall, and I can get away with it.

Writing is about what you can get away with.

I have no idea what people are saying or as they become animated. It’s a dangerous country, Animated. It can pretend to be omniscient. I am, indeed, animated. Why are you here. I am here to be animated. I am here to ring several bells. I am here to remind you that you will feel very small. Just let go of it. It’s a burden on your back. I am here to make things. But writing books is where I landed. I have no real education. While writing, I can leave your sphere of influence. You are reality and reality is an idea. Ideas appeal to your second selves. The selves whose traits act like some kind of challenge to look people straight in the eye, and when people attempt to talk to me, I am obligated to at least appear to be listening by nodding my stupid head. And smiling. Don’t forget smiling. Laugh. But as an aside, and never loudly. I experience reality as if I was walking through a series of photographic pictures that insinuat movement but do not move. Again, the same with photographic plates. Solid glass I can put my hand on and say outloud yes, or no. Nothing is yes or no. Nothing.