gwyn's uncharitable interpretation of why I didn't like KRZ is because the writing wasn't clever enough for me. she's so right, I *do* desire cleverness in writing. it's one of my favourite things. every give gwyn spinach treats next you see her

I've been trying to figure out precisely what I don't like about KRZ's writing so I can properly communicate it. "lack of cleverness" is pretty close but I guess it's also the fact that it's like, the pastoral/quiet imagery of it is offputting to me since I had to live like that for large chunks of my childhood and I hated it

it really evokes those times and spaces to me and it makes me feel frustrated—like pit-in-my-stomach levels of "I gotta get out of here." so in that sense the art has succeeded in evoking emotions in me

my deep lore is that when I had to live in muskoka every summer without internet I would download wikipedia articles using the free wifi at the laundromat, then spend the rest of the week reading them until I got to go the next time. it fucking sucked to go without stimulation for so long. it got a bit better after I started working 40-60 hour weeks in the local kitchen but I still hated the quiet nights and overwhelming lack of people.