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#1–Sometimes things accumulate. This could be called clutter, possession, laze ownership. Do memories live in silver oxide when the chemicals forget to wash away the excess light? Some say it’s best to just let go, others say, just drop it off and see what develops.

#3–The opposite of a loser today! To what, never win? With little to hold onto but the desperation of perception of days before the time that we once knew was overthrown. The moss that had gathered was scraped from the soles of our boots with our silent sticks.

Two postcards. Grainy pictures of me that date the snaps to at least 6 years ago. I wore rhinestoned glasses then. At a diner. The first card is numbered 2, and has a sticker on it, with the text “Laser guided target practice of the late Nineteen-Nineties replaced what historians referred to star studded intergalactic-rimmed constellations referred to by novices as the Horned nebulae. Those in charge knew it was just a cloud.” The second is numbered four and reads “You know what, uh, let me not do this right now. Then again will it ever be the right time again? It may be the best thing. All-in-all we were just another kick in the teeth. Hope you’re well.” There’s no signature. Sent from new york (tho one didn’t actually get postmarked.

Reminds me of freshman year, when I got strange poetry ("I will love you after the war…") from an Argentinian I met briefly in Paris the year before, and an anonymous love letter from a fellow student and something else (I suppose it’s a good thing that I can’t remember what the third leg of the stool was).

Wonders.