I write a letter to hundreds of people mostly every week, and you're one of them. This format of conversing with you (albeit often very one-sidedly) is one that I'm liking more and more, probably because much like its paper counterpart, this letter requires more thought in terms of composition than the majority of our social interactions, and of course once I've sent it to you, I can't get it back. Has anybody read The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman, by Denis Thériault? It's decidedly bizarre but wonderful.
SOME THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS WEEK:
1. moved apartment which meant collecting multiple bruises, temporarily losing various parts of my mind, and saying that I never want to do it again, although I'll probably repeat the process in six months
2. went to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime at the theatre, which was so beautifully done; I'm not surprised they have been performing the play for five years
3. went to London to meet with people from my Japanese publishing families, and got swept up by the hugeness of the city
4. remembered why I love Jeanette Winterson so much
5. clambered onto a plane and flew towards the equator for a bit of non-reality, to remember why I am damn lucky to have such a job as this, and to escape from unpacking back home
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
The collages of Rhode Island-based artist Jenny Brown.
The end.
I've found that there isn't a whole bunch to say at the end of this one, bu sometimes stories, both real and unreal, are like that. They can have more of a beginning and less of an ending, petering out before the characters have even had a chance to say goodbye. Or they can grow out of nothing and have an end result far more explosive and unwieldy than was ever really necessary.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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