Me and I

Dearest Strange Reader,

If you are one of the newest generation of chronic online folks, you would get the reference. If not, let me help you through it. The author here intends to utilize what is known as creative freedom. From the realms of Netflix show- Bridgerton, like many, what stayed with me was Lady Whistledown. Her voice, her words and most importantly the idea of her very character. Like most beings, I too find solace under the veil of anonymity. Perceptible but invisible. And like some beings, I too wish to utilize this platform for the very purpose.

My presence here is happenstance but also planned. When did I plan? What is the plan? How shall it be executed? I know none of it. However, what I know is that the author has ulterior motives. Nothing nefarious yet wild at its core.

And I have no intention of stopping her.

Readers, if you are wondering what personality disorder I might be diagnosed with, rest assured, none that I know of. The author and I, we are one- physically. But otherwise, we are as apart as possible. She lives on the extremes, while I hide somewhere in the middle. She craves chaos, I seek mediation. She prefers theatrics and I like, well nothing in particular, everything in general.

The point is that this page here is for the author to go rogue not for me to pretend yet again. And the author, she has loads to say. Whether or not she manages it, is a different tale for another time.

So dearest strange readers, beware! for the author shall either blow your wits, or bore you to death.

There is no in-between.

Sincerely,

Ms. Clovereaf’s tenant.