Dear Aiyana:

From your Nov 15, 2020 post on your blog, “Chameleon Black Woman”, titled:  “A pulse, An instant” (“same as the title of this thread): “This was a phrase I used with my oldest sister when I told her about my emotions about the pandemic.. Everyday seems to have different instant moments and pulses.. Everything will ebb and flow along with my writing”-

I read your posts in your various threads, many you deleted. Sometimes you delete your account, appearing as “Anonymous” only to return again and disappear again.

You mentioned autism as your condition, you mentioned writing a seven year long novel, “Human Grenades”. You mentioned politics and your hair. And yet, I don’t really know anything about you. All those words, all that writing, posts, blog… and I  know nothing about who you are. To phrase it in a simplified way: you write so much… and reveal nothing, you have moments of appearing friendly.. but you are always at a distance.

anita