What, this old thing?
I've been needing to write things down again. I used to like getting spyed on, but anymore I just want to keep things to myself or to one friend at a coffee shop or to this thing, I guess, where no one visits at all. And since my boss just left me alone for the final minutes of work, and there's no way in hell I can continue sifting through the unlogged miscelaneous correspondence of last names L-Z, I'll go ahead and take it as a sign.
Banal as it is, work always gets me thinking. I haven't told anyone this- the details are too good. There's a huge folder on some top shelf in the back. I discovered it at the beginning of the semester, when I came across what I thought was the love letter of some man with a degenerative deisease to his college crush. "You were the only girl who was ever kind to me..." Turns out, he's an institutionalized schyzophrenic who has been writing to his alma mater for 30 years. The letters are too much on most days, but sometimes I pull them out when I need a break. He begs Oberlin to save him, begs former classmates to save him, writes sordid love letters to women who work here. Maybe I'll get one someday.
Anyway, I need to write more, and better, but I have to go pick up my headshots before 5.
I missed you, little eljay. And Reese, I'm glad you're writing again. It has always been the very best.
Banal as it is, work always gets me thinking. I haven't told anyone this- the details are too good. There's a huge folder on some top shelf in the back. I discovered it at the beginning of the semester, when I came across what I thought was the love letter of some man with a degenerative deisease to his college crush. "You were the only girl who was ever kind to me..." Turns out, he's an institutionalized schyzophrenic who has been writing to his alma mater for 30 years. The letters are too much on most days, but sometimes I pull them out when I need a break. He begs Oberlin to save him, begs former classmates to save him, writes sordid love letters to women who work here. Maybe I'll get one someday.
Anyway, I need to write more, and better, but I have to go pick up my headshots before 5.
I missed you, little eljay. And Reese, I'm glad you're writing again. It has always been the very best.