I've just written something about a really esoteric pursuit of mine, except I wrote it for the dozens of fellow cactus grafting nerds on the internet, meaning it has no glossing or explanations for normals. I posted it free for all to read on my ko-fi.
After I wrote it, I thought to myself, "I wonder what it would be like to read this as the person I was before I became a cactuspilled graftmaxxer." Probably gibberish! Maybe I will adapt it into a more accessible essay, but life has a way of saying "eh, maybe not".
