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+Traceback (most recent call last):
+  File "/usr/local/bin/vimwiki_markdown", line 10, in <module>
+    sys.exit(main())
+  File "/usr/local/lib/python3.8/dist-packages/vimwiki_markdown.py", line 89, in main
+    md = markdown.Markdown(extensions=extensions)
+  File "/usr/local/lib/python3.8/dist-packages/markdown/core.py", line 96, in __init__
+    self.registerExtensions(extensions=kwargs.get('extensions', []),
+  File "/usr/local/lib/python3.8/dist-packages/markdown/core.py", line 123, in registerExtensions
+    ext = self.build_extension(ext, configs.get(ext, {}))
+  File "/usr/local/lib/python3.8/dist-packages/markdown/core.py", line 163, in build_extension
+    module = importlib.import_module(ext_name)
+  File "/usr/lib/python3.8/importlib/__init__.py", line 127, in import_module
+    return _bootstrap._gcd_import(name[level:], package, level)
+  File "<frozen importlib._bootstrap>", line 1014, in _gcd_import
+  File "<frozen importlib._bootstrap>", line 991, in _find_and_load
+  File "<frozen importlib._bootstrap>", line 973, in _find_and_load_unlocked
+ModuleNotFoundError: No module named 'markdown_strikethrough'

writing/post-self/selected-letters/002.md

@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ It's difficult for me to describe the ways in which she's changed. She's...overw
 
 And yet from what you two have said, other than her experience on Artemis, she's still going strong on both the LVs.
 
-I don't really know what to do with this information, honestly. I keep thinking about things I could have said or questions I could have asked, but it always gets muddled up in my head given her similarities to May. I've spent so long with May that seeing someone as similar to her as True Name is in distress, yet be unable to comfort in the same ways I might has me rudderless.
+I don't really know what to do with this information, honestly. I keep thinking about things I could have said or questions I could have asked, but it always gets muddled up in my head given her similarities to May. I've spent so long with May that seeing someone as similar to her as True Name in distress yet be unable to comfort in the same ways I might has me rudderless.
 
 Either way, I've set up another meeting with her now that convergence news has settled into a more steady stream, so I guess we'll see where that leads.
 
@@ -35,13 +35,13 @@ I know she's been working on her feelings about this with Sarah, so I'm happy to
 
 Still, it's a lot. We seem to be inextricably entangled with the Ode clade, and while I love May dearly and I know that you two love Dear, it sometimes feels a little like being trapped.
 
-Anyway, all that to say that True Name's having a rough time here, and I'm hoping that she's able to get in touch with Sarah. Never thought I'd say such, but I'm worried about her.
+Anyway, all that to say that True Name's having a rough time here, and I'm hoping that she's able to get set up with Sarah. Never thought I'd say such, but I'm worried about her.
 
 **Codrin Bălan#Castor Individual-Eyes-Only Material**
 
-I'm also worried about you. Your last letter led to a few conversations between May and I about it, but also about the topic of individuation in more general terms. I understand that you two did your best to diverge as quickly as possible, and I can't even imagine that.
+I'm also worried about you. Your last letter led to a few conversations between May and I about you and Sorina, but also about the topic of individuation in more general terms. I understand that you two did your best to diverge as quickly as possible, and I can't even imagine that.
 
-I know that when you became Codrin, that was not something that I'd foreseen, and despite the surface similarities, this feels different. It's a new thing for us, I think. You two were borne out of the changes that the Odists wrought on us, but Sorina was borne out of changes coming from within.
+I know that when you became Codrin, that was not something that I'd foreseen, and despite the surface similarities, this feels fundamentally different. It's a new thing for us, I think. You two were borne out of the changes that the Odists wrought on us, but Sorina was borne out of changes coming from within.
 
 I know that I risk our messages passing each other through the great big nothing between us, so perhaps there's more already on the way, but perhaps you can tell me more about her, or about the both of you?
 

writing/post-self/selected-letters/003.md

@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ I've been nudged by both Dear and, of all people, True Name to write you with an
 
 We copied the entirety of our sim into Convergence wholesale. Dear transferred ownership of the one on Castor back to Serene during a little party we had. It said that it was to apologize for wrecking the last one, and that it would try to be more careful with the new one, but that she'd better take care of the Castor version for now. It made a whole big show out of it, because of course it did, but it was a fun party all the same.
 
-Nothing about our sim feels any different, which, on writing it, makes perfect sense. It's a duplicate down to the subatomic level.[^meansanything] However, the world that's available to us when we try to move between sims is far, far from the same. There are fewer places, yes, but it's all much more organized. They've decided to set up up a central hub with five spokes, each 'belonging' to a race. The hub and spokes --- essentially long pedestrian malls --- act as the primary public areas for everyone. It's not that there aren't public sims outside of this, but these are always at the top of everyone's mind when they think about going out.
+Nothing about our sim feels any different, which, on writing it, makes perfect sense. It's a duplicate down to the subatomic level.[^meansanything] However, the world that's available to us when we try to move between sims is far, far from the same. There are fewer places, yes, but it's all much more organized. They've decided to set up up a central hub with five spokes, each 'belonging' to a race. The hub and spokes --- essentially long pedestrian malls --- act as the primary public/common areas for everyone. It's not that there aren't public sims outside of this, but these are always at the top of everyone's mind when they think about going out.
 
 Along each spoke are all sorts of shops, restaurants, entertainment venues, and doors leading to larger public spaces. It started out as a non-euclidean type thing, where you would see a walkway between two shops leading out into a park that would clearly take up most of the spoke itself until too many people complained and the walkways were opaqued with a sort of curtain that depicted what was beyond. In addition, every doorway that would lead to a violation like this has been set up to give a slight tingle when transiting, just as an added signal. I haven't found it too much of a problem, but some voices were quite loud.
 
@@ -19,28 +19,24 @@ Firstrace, then, is the outlier. Only about a thousand of them have joined us. N
 
 That said, they've all been incredibly polite, even kind. One of them, Anin Li has teamed up with Sarah and I as we work on knowledge share around therapeutic practices between races. As I'm also learning that for the first time, I've got a mountain of work ahead of me.
 
-I say they above, but that goes beyond just the firstracers. Given the similarities in just how each race is polite, I imagine that there is at least an expectation that this is how life must exist after convergence, or, more likely, all who decided to join were briefed on how to interact during convergence. Certainly just about everyone I've run into speaks at least a little bit of our *lingua franca*, though I know that many of us are learning Nanon as well.
+I say they above, but that goes beyond just the firstracers. Given the similarities in just how each race is polite, I imagine that there was an expectation that this is how life must exist after convergence, or, more likely, all who decided to join were briefed on how to interact during convergence. Certainly just about everyone I've run into speaks at least a little bit of our *lingua franca*, though I know that many of us are learning Nanon as well.
 
 All the same, it feels like we're all being very careful around each other, still feeling out our boundaries. I have at least gotten the chance to introduce Dear and █████ to the other emissaries (even Iska, who stuck around long enough to view one of its shows, but didn't stay; they seemed confused and unnerved). Dear and Turun Ko have gotten on well, surprising no one.
 
 The document will have a whole lot more that you'll likely find interesting, but I just wanted to pass on some more personal impressions as well.
 
-**Clade Eyes Only**
-
 I mentioned that True Name suggested that I write to you all about this, which was honestly a little strange. Not strange in that she's been talking with me --- we see each other nearly every day and have fallen into a professional relationship --- but that she pulled me aside to have a really quite earnest discussion about it.
 
-I've seen enough of her with all pretense stripped away to know what earnestness looks like, and this was *almost* that. There's definitely still something going on under the surface.
+I've seen enough of her with all pretense stripped away to know what her true earnestness looks like, and this was *almost* that. There's definitely still something going on under the surface.
 
 Her explicit reasons for wanting me to send this to you are that she says the sentiment and mood have some striking similarities to the early days of the System. "There is a sense of a new thing, here, and it is a thing that we are left to build into our own new world," she said.
 
 I can see what she means, too. Even though we can go back to Castor at just about any time (though we've been told that, starting soon, that will be very heavily rate limited until they work out a better solution to the separate reputation markets), it very much does feel like we are a new colony. We've found ourselves in a truly empty space along with people we've never met, and it's up to us to build something that works.
 
-Still, she, her stanza, and Jonas are hardly absent. They seem to be putting out gentle feelers for how all of this works. I don't get the sense that they're looking to guide it in any dramatic way, but there's a tension beneath the surface that I can only just pick up on. Political structures differing between Convergence and Castor would put the rate-limiting at the border in a new context.
+Still, she, her stanza, and Jonas are hardly absent. They seem to be putting out gentle feelers among all five races for how all of this works. I don't get the sense that they're looking to guide it in any dramatic way, but there's a tension beneath the surface that I can only just pick up on. Political structures differing between Convergence and Castor would put the rate-limiting at the border in a new context.
 
 All of this is based off one conversation, though, so I'll keep you all up to date as best I can.
 
-**End Clade Eyes Only**
-
 I miss you all. Pass on my love.
 
 Codrin#Castor

writing/post-self/selected-letters/004.md

@@ -7,11 +7,11 @@ Ioan,
 
 While I'm sure that Codrin#Castor's already told you plenty about me, I wanted to send you a letter directly.
 
-Something about winding up here in a place so fundamentally different from where we've lived before has me in mind of the past. I wasn't quite sure why this was, at first. Obviously, I miss the prairie and life aboard Castor, but one would think that I'd be more worried about what's in front of me than what's behind me. The prospect of months or years aboard this new world --- never mind the core facets of existing in this world --- gives me plenty of time to worry about the future at my leisure, though.
+Something about winding up here in a place so fundamentally different from where we've lived before has me in mind of the past. I wasn't quite sure why this was, at first. Obviously, I miss the prairie and life aboard Castor, but one would think that I'd be more worried about what's in front of me than what's behind me. The prospect of months or years aboard this new world --- never mind the core facets of existing in this place --- gives me plenty of time to worry about the future at my leisure, though.
 
 I suppose leaving behind so much is reason enough to think about the past.
 
-I could spend all of that time thinking about my partners (and I've certainly been thinking about them plenty), but you've been coming up in my thoughts more than I'd expected. Something about this extra layer of individuation has you feeling even less like a down-tree instance than you did before, and far more like a good friend --- especially given how much I miss you.
+I could spend all of that time thinking about my partners (and I've certainly been thinking about them plenty), but you've been coming up in my thoughts more than I'd expected. Something about this extra layer of individuation has you feeling even less like a down-tree instance than you did before, and far more like a good friend or close family member --- especially given how much I miss you.
 
 I miss you! Is that weird to say? Perhaps. We've never met, have we? Ruminating on my roots has me thinking fondly on all that's come and gone. We are stuck however many billions of kilometers apart, though, and that distance will only grow, the time between messages will only ever get longer. At least I think I better understand what Dear was talking about with regards to the difference between longing and being missed.