Say, you know that book? The one about somniphobia, or perhaps car accidents, or maybe grief, or possibly running, or conceivably palindromes and anadromes and endless loops, or potentially the fluid and invasive nature of memory?
It has got its very own first draft! Just like a real book. Does it make sense? Is it the "meaningful disarray" I had hoped to create? Ha, I don't know. What do you think this is, a fourth draft? I'll tell you one thing, though: there's a chart. The story is an endless spool. I needed a chart for my sanity- you might be able to tell by looking at it. Can you see?
See, you can.