[…] So, if your mother made sure to be home for the start of the school year and you did not know your father, who took care of you for most of the year? Sorry, it sounds like you were alone as a child.
I have my sister whereas he had no one. […] Difficult to describe our relationship, however. But she does let me stay with here, so there’s that.
Please do not start. In the summers, sometimes I would join my grandparents with the herds or my father's parents in the fish camps. And my mother was not gone always. I had everything I needed. I was not neglected.
Well, he had you, right? [...] Do you think Ophelia doesn't understand you?
Our mother worked. She and my father were never together and he was away most of the year on his ship. Ophelia's father also worked, but he lived somewhat nearby. I liked him. Nice man. [...] So, altogether, I suppose not unlike your family. Less reindeer, though. That sounds nice.
Only connections with people who can conduct themselves normally count. Having one million of me would have done nothing for him. If you think I am bad now, I was worse as a child.
Ah, that’s interesting. I would have guessed mostly the same. I suppose you just feel familiar, somehow. Maybe it is because of our similar upbringings. Was your father a fisherman?
I don’t think you are bad now. It must have been meaningful for your father to have someone who understood him.
Undoubtedly that is why. And he was not, my father worked on container ships. Mostly the Alaska route, until the end. Do you know your father’s profession? I assume he also worked on the water.
You don’t need to say this. I don’t remember how we even got to this topic. […] I left one of my CD cases in my house. Each CD is titled but you won’t know what’s in it. Why don’t you pick one and I’ll lend you my Discman again. It will be an experiment.
Remarkable. Maybe he crossed paths with my father. He was a commercial fisherman, at least while he lived on Kamchatka. But he moved back to Korea when I was a baby and I am not sure what he does now.
That sounds nice. What sort of data are you attempting to collect?
[...] An odd choice on your part. Either you are (sub)consciously drawn to the idea of travel ("drive") or you are just flipping through my CD case for emphasized things. I am getting up soon, so I will leave my Discman on your front porch. Or my front porch, I should say.
(The Spot was a place I liked to sit in Green Lake Park. Nothing especially salacious. I made this playlist specifically to last me the entire drive at night if I took the long way and all my usual detours.)
Oh, no. I was very consciously drawn to the idea of a 'spot,' which I had been hopeful was a makeout spot so that I could glean something about your game. Interesting that you would describe it as not especially salacious though...
Anyway, thank you. For everything. I hope you have a lovely day, John.
Oh. Well yes, I have had intimate encounters there. Not an ideal place, because while it is easy enough to hide that you are drinking in your car, you will then have to drive back slightly buzzed or else wait until the alcohol has worn off. One time myself and my intimacy acquaintance waited for 45 minutes in complete silence after I received a handjob. A deeply sobering experience, in more ways than one. And then—
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[…] So, if your mother made sure to be home for the start of the school year and you did not know your father, who took care of you for most of the year? Sorry, it sounds like you were alone as a child.
I have my sister whereas he had no one. […] Difficult to describe our relationship, however. But she does let me stay with here, so there’s that.
DM, 10/23, early morning
Well, he had you, right? [...] Do you think Ophelia doesn't understand you?
DM, 10/23, early morning
witchhat on. I was only asking out of curiosity, not to condemn your family. […] We spent time with our grandparents, too.I don’t count. And I’m not sure. We were closer when we were younger. Not much left to say.
DM, 10/23, early morning
Well, it has been a very strange year. Maybe you will reconnect. [...] And why do you say that you do not count?
DM, 10/23, early morning
Only connections with people who can conduct themselves normally count. Having one million of me would have done nothing for him. If you think I am bad now, I was worse as a child.
DM, 10/23, early morning
I don’t think you are bad now. It must have been meaningful for your father to have someone who understood him.
DM, 10/23, early morning
You don’t need to say this. I don’t remember how we even got to this topic. […] I left one of my CD cases in my house. Each CD is titled but you won’t know what’s in it. Why don’t you pick one and I’ll lend you my Discman again. It will be an experiment.
DM, 10/23, early morning
That sounds nice. What sort of data are you attempting to collect?
DM, 10/23, early morning
Any and all. There is much to be learned from basic preferences.
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(The Spot was a place I liked to sit in Green Lake Park. Nothing especially salacious. I made this playlist specifically to last me the entire drive at night if I took the long way and all my usual detours.)
DM, 10/23, early morning
Anyway, thank you. For everything. I hope you have a lovely day, John.
DM, 10/23, early morning
Oh. Well yes, I have had intimate encounters there. Not an ideal place, because while it is easy enough to hide that you are drinking in your car, you will then have to drive back slightly buzzed or else wait until the alcohol has worn off. One time myself and my intimacy acquaintance waited for 45 minutes in complete silence after I received a handjob. A deeply sobering experience, in more ways than one. And then—
Ah. You are saying goodbye.
A lovely day to you as well.