this is from anyway, who, suffering from technical difficulty, had to wait [photo above from ‘daily fable‘, please see post a few below]. matte kudasai. yes, yes, everyday. it wasn’t until s-san with the beautiful xinjiang face asked, so… have you met anybody yet, that i felt the tremendous… waiting until the words come to me, alles wat ik niet kan zeggen, but now i write love letters to strangers everyday in banal places. make friends with the toy dispenser, make friends with the supermarket aisles, with the sound of my new bicycle’s squeaky brakes. our relationships change. the waiting room of the hospital i have not seen yet. oh, but i have seen the future… a private joke in het openbare ruimte. the text was already up in the drafts before you asked.
we’ll know each other better, i hope, even if you never receive my letters. 你吃了吗？
Do you live in Nogent ?
you live on a wetstreet still?
yo, to a, suck’r… i realised you are the only one in the world i know who can read all of this. or not the only one, but maybe the only one who can, and would. it’s strange, the way history works. a striped jacket and (were they rubber?) blue maryjanes. to think one day you will have survived, more than, i think, a multilingual mouse. thank you… on repeat. 你吃了吗？