Hello! Have you missed me? Are you still there?
I can only conclude from my patterned prolonged absences that I am at a restless time in my life. In short, I have piles and piles of work and all I want to do is write about the dusty beauty shops downtown that look like they’re from some tumble-weeded Western film featuring ass-kicking women in gangs with names like “lipsticks & bullets.” (Actually, I think that might even be the name of one of the shops.) I want to write about crisp cellular incisions and pale shades of green and silver, and endless yearning, and insignificance, and being remembered for nothing, nothing at all. I was always, as a child, painfully affected by beauty, and it is a sickness that has alarmingly begun, at least for now, to take my voice.
I am not gone. That is the point of this post. I will still be writing here, but long gaps may be expected.
I am very sorry. I miss you. It is a strange thing to miss anyone in a situation that can easily be amended by frequent visiting (or in this case, writing), but I am afraid it seems to be an irremovable part of my nature to go on missing.
I will see you soon.