I'm sure I can say whatever I want to you ...
anonymous
November 13 2006, 06:10:38 UTC
I went to see Marie Antoinette today, and the art and the film and the style made me think of you, Adam. How about that?
I hope you are well. Your last entry is from September ... what's happened since then? Are you in Canada? What'd you decide on, for school? You know I'd love for you to go (back), perhaps in a more metropolitan, Northeast liberal kind of place? I've heard of this city called New York? It's cold, though.
I used to think, back a couple years ago, what it'd be like if I ran into you, without expecting it. I think I'd recognize you immediately; I don't think you'd recognize me, at least until I said, "Well, hello Cowan", sort of matter-of-fact, like I had just seen you the day before. And, of course, we'd be somewhere odd, our paths would cross somewhere in Los Angeles, or Miami (but, hopefully, somewhere more interesting???).
And, you'd realize right away who I was, and you'd say, "Well, hello, there, John Keith." And I'd give you the biggest hug, and you'd give me the biggest hug back, and the people you were with would go, what the fuck? And then we'd laugh and hug each other a little more, and then maybe we'd have some small talk, and then maybe I'd go on my way, and you on yours.
And, maybe, that'd make you feel good, to think that someone you don't even know, somewhere, had been thinking about you, and felt an emotional connection to you, for no other reason than your words and your photos.
I'd usually end this sort of post with a sarcastic attempt at deflecting the attention away from what I said, but I won't.
Well, except for one thing. I think they have barbershops in Manhattan. There's usually a red and white poll outside.
I hope you are well. Your last entry is from September ... what's happened since then? Are you in Canada? What'd you decide on, for school? You know I'd love for you to go (back), perhaps in a more metropolitan, Northeast liberal kind of place? I've heard of this city called New York? It's cold, though.
I used to think, back a couple years ago, what it'd be like if I ran into you, without expecting it. I think I'd recognize you immediately; I don't think you'd recognize me, at least until I said, "Well, hello Cowan", sort of matter-of-fact, like I had just seen you the day before. And, of course, we'd be somewhere odd, our paths would cross somewhere in Los Angeles, or Miami (but, hopefully, somewhere more interesting???).
And, you'd realize right away who I was, and you'd say, "Well, hello, there, John Keith." And I'd give you the biggest hug, and you'd give me the biggest hug back, and the people you were with would go, what the fuck? And then we'd laugh and hug each other a little more, and then maybe we'd have some small talk, and then maybe I'd go on my way, and you on yours.
And, maybe, that'd make you feel good, to think that someone you don't even know, somewhere, had been thinking about you, and felt an emotional connection to you, for no other reason than your words and your photos.
I'd usually end this sort of post with a sarcastic attempt at deflecting the attention away from what I said, but I won't.
Well, except for one thing. I think they have barbershops in Manhattan. There's usually a red and white poll outside.
John
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