I mostly subscribe to the school of writing that says the intent is the scaffolding for the story and one should let it speak for itself. Nevertheless, perhaps a good middle ground is to give a sketch here in the comments since you ask:
This post is inspired by three things: first, a fascination with the Oulipian school of writing, whereby extraordinary (and often mathematical) constraints are imposed to produce extraordinary creativity. Second, a meditation on the illusion of transparency, and how much can be said between the lines or lost in translation. Finally, a long-term effort (of which this is a sliver) to restore to myself a naive aesthetics (see also this post), to the tune of My Favorite Things.
It would be great to have some sort of introduction that speaks about the intent of the post.
I mostly subscribe to the school of writing that says the intent is the scaffolding for the story and one should let it speak for itself. Nevertheless, perhaps a good middle ground is to give a sketch here in the comments since you ask:
This post is inspired by three things: first, a fascination with the Oulipian school of writing, whereby extraordinary (and often mathematical) constraints are imposed to produce extraordinary creativity. Second, a meditation on the illusion of transparency, and how much can be said between the lines or lost in translation. Finally, a long-term effort (of which this is a sliver) to restore to myself a naive aesthetics (see also this post), to the tune of My Favorite Things.