Just a quirk that I spotted him, sitting on a post in the neighbor’s field. Motionless for a mini second, then gliding away. This, minutes after thinking hyperfiction and the hows of it in non-traditional form. Funny, this non-traditional format becomes traditional in its own element of the computer; changes into non-traditional when implemented as a tool in the traditional form of a book.
New things can teach how to manipulate the old. Plots planned, choosing a certain set and forcing the discarding of the rest, need not be done in hyper- and interactive fiction. We need to plan them all out to their end, braiding as we go.
Back inside at the computer, looking up and away to sort the thoughts; I spot another hawk, pure white, made by Hummel-Goebel, bought decades ago for just this moment in time.
I take my lead from nature. The answers are all there. The trick, to understand them.
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