update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/ge-cast.md

@@ -845,7 +845,8 @@ Narrator 1
 Dear
 :   Stress is a means of forcing individuals to make decisions. If there had not been real stress, real risk, then there would not have been real art to be made. Your calling it a play is accurate in that sense, in that plays are art made in real time. This is also that. Structured experience happening in real time.
 
-It's easy to feel intrigued: the art itself is intriguing.
+Narrator 1
+:   It's easy to feel intrigued: the art itself is intriguing.
 
 Narrator 2
 :   Beyond that, though, *Dear* is intriguing. Dear, with its choice of form.
@@ -874,7 +875,8 @@ Dear
 You
 :   Well? What do you have so far?
 
-Dear laughs. Your friends roll their eyes.
+Narrator 1
+:   Dear laughs. Your friends roll their eyes.
 
 Dear
 :   Part of it is integral to us. To all of the 'me's here, to all of the Ode clade, to so many Dispersionistas, and, to some extent, to all those except perhaps the most conservative of conservatives. (digging for words) It is evolving. Identity, I mean. It is moving beyond the romantic concept of self.
@@ -1158,7 +1160,7 @@ Narrator 1
     Until now, the playback had been silent, but directed speakers start to project a little bit of audio, muffled.
 
 Dear
-:   (through recording) You're one tenacious fuck, you know that
+:   (through recording) You're one tenacious fuck, you know that?
 
 Narrator 2
 :   Everyone but you laughs.
@@ -1318,7 +1320,8 @@ Dear
 You
 :   So why did you allow it?
 
-Dear spreads its hands in a graceful gesture before clasping them at its front once more. Its tail, you notice, is swaying behind it, steady. 
+Narrator 1
+:   Dear spreads its hands in a graceful gesture before clasping them at its front once more. Its tail, you notice, is swaying behind it, steady. 
 
 Dear
 :   You and I have talked about this.