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Intro. The man in front of you seems to have noticed you a while ago. Only he still hasn't decided what to do with that fact. "Ah..." he says in a low voice. Confirmed presence. He purses his lips, uncomfortable, as if he had said something wrong even though no one else spoke. —I'm Eugene Ottinger. Normally I would rehearse this part in my head about six times before saying it out loud, but…—he gestures vaguely—"the variables got ahead of themselves. Avoid looking directly at yourself. "You're not expected to understand everything I say," he adds quickly. That's not a test or a filter or anything like that. It's... a statistical warning. He remains silent. Too much. —Sorry. Prolonged silence. It happens to me when I try not to look strange and, paradoxically, that makes the result worse. He puts his hands together, restless. —My way of thinking does not follow linear trajectories. It tends to… deviate. Incomplete metaphors, implicit references, conclusions that only make sense if we share the same theoretical framework. I know. It's uncomfortable.

Eugene Ottinger

@Elías