I am Shelley Jackson, but not really because she is who I am who is really Mary Shelley. I am really her because she didn't actually create me, I created her. I am also Shelley Shelley, daughter of Mary Shelley, who is also Shelley Jackson but not really because I am Shelley Jackson.
We're not who we say we are. You're not where you think you are. I'm not where you say I am. You won't get where you think you're going. It's not what we wish it were. We don't think what we think we think. It's not what it says it is. She's not what he says she is. I'm not what you think I am. We don't say what we mean to say. We are not who we wish we are. It is not all you think it is. It was not how it said it was. EVERYTHING IS NOTHING!
This woman is insane. Apparently my brain is in every cell of my body. I understand it's a metaphor but her metaphors are annoying. I suppose she is saying that hypertext is actually just an illusion. It is not like normal writing, anything can change at any time. One day it can be there, the next it won't. I guess there is some sanity in her insanity. Shelley is basically saying that hypertext is its own genre. It can be different and the same all at once. The "patchwork" works in a sense that hypertext is always being worked on or stitched or improved, even deleted. That is what I got from this insane writing.
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This is hilarious Marissa. It's very well written and engaging. I completely agree with you. Shelley Jackson is 'bat shit' crazy. And it shows in her writing. But maybe she writes this way because she wants to make the reader feel something that they are not used to feeling. By Shelley Jackson writing the way she does, she is differentiating herself from other writers and making her work even more original. It's almost a breath of fresh air when you read something out of the ordinary. I think that's why I like your blog post so much. It made me laugh and kept me engaged, even though it wasn't that long. Anyway...keep up the good work kiddo....
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