The Maintainer’s dad walked out and I hastily explained that I was wrapped up in thought and that I couldn’t parse more than one information stream of the same modality at once. He looks at me suspiciously—I recognize that look, it was that boy, I’m concerned that you’re on drugs look.
I speed up and ask if he doesn’t think in words. It’s like reading two books at the same time. Have you ever tried to read two books at once? What happens?
“You get confused.”
“Exactly, that’s why I can’t tell you how dreadful the weather is.”
“Well…you’re betwixt and between realities, and I just came out here to see if you wanted oatmeal.”