[1]: “You asked if it was mine; I said it was. [...] a spontaneous autobiographical disclosure, having to do with the unease I felt at your absence.” (D. Barthelme)
The rough draft: purposeful to a degree, not rehearsed, instinctual.
[2]: “But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover.” (H. Murakami) [3]: It rang so loud and clear to me that [4]: isn’t the whole story. I probably should have left it “[...] Awaiting some other time.”