Self-addressed postcard (from before all or any of this)
Monday, April 23rd, 2007Greetings from Costa Rica!
Dear future self:
I have grown used to the flashy congestions of her cities; the twists in her landscape have lost the display of a second nature. I have seen Indian funeral tables made of stone and carved ornately, with dragons and birds swallowing the sun. I went from a gallery of television sets to a large gorey statue made to represent a villiage of women who uprose against, pursued, and slew their unlucky captors. I have longed for my love so hard that she seems to have existed under a different night sky. I have heard the ocean breezes as they swept through the palm fronds. I have awoken to the aroma of endless cups of coffee, as rich and mysterious as the land on which it was grown. I have gone swimming in the sea, and made some peace with the rain. I have had time to write.
Take care, and find some again.