an exercise in dramatic irony

i am listening to Petrushka and transcribing journals from nearly a decade ago. it is an exercise in dramatic irony because i know what came within months of those entries. i can see how close i was, how similar my voice, how i teetered on the cusp, how -

and i know how long it took me to return to those ideas and return to that voice, how the intervening years allowed me to make that voice my own. how the slightest shift in intent can make all the difference.