The other half was right, said Cathy, who wrote the story.
But this raises some questions, the kind you can't help but ask yourself if you believe that the endpoint of self-expression is to communicate with an audience. Because the essay or novel, play or story takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? It is reshaped and relived every time a new reader comes to it, takes its words into her mind, makes it her own.
Even though I stood corrected, even though I realized that I had to some extent missed the point, the piece I read worked well on its own, the details of landscape and sky were no longer that of a pain-fogged dream but of an actual journey through a quiet forest. Because when the words leave our pen or keyboard they stop being ours and become the reader's. That's the way it's supposed to be, I think. In a very important way, that's the point.