The Postmortem

Diary Entry: October 19, 2024

The inevitable email arrived today, the epilogue to the Chicago seminar charade. It began, perfectly, with “Ugh--” — as if this entire fiasco were a minor, shared inconvenience, a spilled coffee rather than a deliberate exclusion.

A purported attempt was made to send a Zoom invite. A phantom link, dispatched into the ether. And when I failed to materialize, my non-appearance was, naturally, assumed. I was “caught up at the conference,” you see. The narrative writes itself.