Voices.

You'd think that being dead I wouldn't worry about what you think of me. But I do. And it's enough to keep me from writing, to send me into hibernation.

All this over one small question: what voice shall I use to speak to you? That's easy, you say. Be yourself, you say.

But which voice is authentic? And does authentic mean revealing? Even when we speak honestly, we don't necessarily reveal everything, not right away. Fear and mistrust can be authentic, heartfelt.

I'll muse on this further, but for now, I will just try to write, consistently.