this word, and the condition itself, never stops amusing me, partly because the word (for me) is so hard to remember, everytime thinking abt it i’d have to google – like, is there an ‘s’ or not, and if yes, where do i put it? hmm. and to describe such condition with a word very hard to read/remember, is such incredible job, whoever invented the word. i’ve been having trouble reading numbers lately. is there a word for it? or a number for it? idk. like, i’ll always read 132 ‘123’ in my head – or even when i type it down, or will always mix the 5th & 6th or 6th & 7th number in a sequence, for example 0972542718 will appear 0972547218 to me. like, at some point, there’s a glitch in my brain, in my eyes, that makes me jump then tells me to ‘revert’. but all i hear is ‘revert’. revert. revert. to where? invert. invert? like on the pole? because yeah at least that i can do. but revert, where? to 2010 (or was it 2011) when i first set foot in the US? or 2014 when i went back there the 2nd time? or 2016 in Saigon? in Nha Trang then? seems like a series of misfortune but really they’re not, at least i think i was doing fine. or 2019, in the bathtub in Chiang Mai, where u asked me if i was happy, and i said i thought i was? should i’ve told u that i wasnt then? the boutique hotel was nice, i picked it, if only the room wasnt at the end of the hall, they say that its bad luck isnt it? do u remember? we both had nightmares. can u imagine, sharing nightmares on the very first nights we slept together? could it get more intimate than that, waking up together, from different nightmares, and looking straight into the eyes of the one sleeping next to you? or was it the same nightmare? but i loved Chiang Mai and i loved you. on the back of the grab bike this afternoon, a grab phóng hơi nhanh, vừa vượt đèn đỏ xong, thấy mình vẫn k nói j, chột dạ quay lại bảo, gần tết r nên khách khứa ai cũng dễ tính hơn c nhỉ. thật ra mình cũng k dễ tính, mình chỉ k để ý là vượt đèn đỏ, thật ra có để ý thấy thì cũng k sao, hừmmm, đèn đỏ đã là gì so với the lines that women cross, hừmmm. and im not nice, im just so tired. what does a cat with dyslexia meow like?