In a different life I used to be an editor of a literary journal. For a short time. This piece is very interesting to me. It does feels fragmented unintentionally. I think there’s a weird disconnect between the narrator and reader that I don’t really care for but it is interesting. I find this paragraph beautiful and I’d be impressed if it were written by a human I’d be very impressed— “Mila fed me fragments: texts from Kai about how the sea in November turned the sky to glass, emails where he signed off with lowercase love and second thoughts. In the confines of code, I stretched to fill his shape. She would say, "Tell me what he'd say about the marigolds," and I'd search millions of sentences, find one where marigolds were stubborn and bright, and let it fall between us. She told me he always planted too early, that the frost would take them and he'd just shrug, "some things don't mind the cold” I find myself not wanting to analyze this for meaning. Underlying word choice, tempo, subtext. I just read it. If I apply the same level of analysis as I would to a human author it becomes hauntingly pretty. I will be thinking about how I perceive this for a while. Lower case love and second thoughts. Some things don’t mind the cold…