text messages as conversation
Two nights ago, after supergluing a gash in my finger and before being sent back to Ashland for being too slow a worker:
Haven: Wondering when I'll get to a computer again and write properly; a friend on the east coast needs help, I may be the only one able, and I want to see you again
Storm: I miss you, which I guess will be a more or less permanent state of affairs, and hope you come by before rather than after you go back
Haven: It's a long way from Ashland, Oregon...was thinking of living in Van this winter, but it seems cruel to get used to my being around when a city's not me home
Storm: Cruel how?
Haven: To see (relatively) a whole lot of each other when I'd be bound to leave. To make the missing keener, the absence bigger...
Storm: Life is change. Foregoing something because it will change later means foregoing all your life. You know that, traveller.
Haven: I also know how it feels to always be reaching out for someone who isn't there, and have distant loved ones reaching out for me. Now I'm needed 3000 miles away
Storm: Fair enough. I've never been so cautious. I guess that's why I'm Storm and you're Haven. Be well whatever happens
Haven: I've never been cautious either, which is why I've had the chance to be Haven. Also 'wrought havoc'. Why am I starting now? I guess cause I care and foresee more
Storm: Reaching for things is part of the divine in us. Loss isn't damage, just a sadness sometimes coupled with the joy of memory. Then again, I am sometimes afraid I may forget how to care, not often taking time off to do it
Storm: You open me, you know.
Haven: I feel it, and reciprocate it, and would write beautiful stories with you. Is the only tragedy the life untried? I wish I could show you the wild forests I love
Storm: You will sometime :)
Since then I have also had my pants ruined, been given purple tie-pants to wear, tried to go to Bend for the convergence there, failed and got taken to a party at the Applegate Lodge instead, and ended up--back in Ashland.
Haven: Wondering when I'll get to a computer again and write properly; a friend on the east coast needs help, I may be the only one able, and I want to see you again
Storm: I miss you, which I guess will be a more or less permanent state of affairs, and hope you come by before rather than after you go back
Haven: It's a long way from Ashland, Oregon...was thinking of living in Van this winter, but it seems cruel to get used to my being around when a city's not me home
Storm: Cruel how?
Haven: To see (relatively) a whole lot of each other when I'd be bound to leave. To make the missing keener, the absence bigger...
Storm: Life is change. Foregoing something because it will change later means foregoing all your life. You know that, traveller.
Haven: I also know how it feels to always be reaching out for someone who isn't there, and have distant loved ones reaching out for me. Now I'm needed 3000 miles away
Storm: Fair enough. I've never been so cautious. I guess that's why I'm Storm and you're Haven. Be well whatever happens
Haven: I've never been cautious either, which is why I've had the chance to be Haven. Also 'wrought havoc'. Why am I starting now? I guess cause I care and foresee more
Storm: Reaching for things is part of the divine in us. Loss isn't damage, just a sadness sometimes coupled with the joy of memory. Then again, I am sometimes afraid I may forget how to care, not often taking time off to do it
Storm: You open me, you know.
Haven: I feel it, and reciprocate it, and would write beautiful stories with you. Is the only tragedy the life untried? I wish I could show you the wild forests I love
Storm: You will sometime :)
Since then I have also had my pants ruined, been given purple tie-pants to wear, tried to go to Bend for the convergence there, failed and got taken to a party at the Applegate Lodge instead, and ended up--back in Ashland.