Diva diva diva... What are we going to do with you? Your website so sleekly minimalist. Your name so mysterious and evoking such mystery for those yet uninitiated. Diva diva, where are though?

Perhaps a little birdie has told you that another sun rises in the coastal post COVID hypertext symposium in which you and I meet as rivals. If not equals.

Yet.

For even if I lack your pithy yet rich style and seeming ability to hypercritically intersect multiple universes of clout at once... I am a WRITER. And I have known for a long time that I would have to FIGHT. No amount of STRUGGLE could dissuade me from this dance in which we are now irrevocably entangled Diva. I saw all of this when I slept on the BUS in 2016. In a DREAM. I saw your minimalist guerrila art crticism website. And this website SPITE. And I SAW when everyone start getting a LISP. I'm not going to SAY WHY but we all KNOW.