everything else: nothing with nothing
dear internet,
at work #1: a paper boat left on a table; unfolded, it becomes a shopping list in pink felt-tip (“kohlrabi 4x”, “tomaten mini”).
fortune #1: Bravo, you follow your path without hesitation.
on my street #1: a flashcard that teaches me how to use the Dativ.
fragment of psychoanalysis: the impossible profession by janet malcolm: we cannot know each other. We must grope around for each other through a dense thicket of absent others. We cannot see each other plain.
at work #2: a carefully folded note (in school i would call this a “chit”) which i pick up while vacuuming. opened, it reads: ich liebe dich auch.
memory #1: in another city, in another apartment, my desert roses blooming.
fragment of éric rohmer’s le rayon vert: delphine says she believes in some superstitions, like the playing cards she finds on her street.
on my street #2: everywhere little red paper hearts.
iphone note #1 (july): i believe that people who do not document their lives online are fundamentally happier than i am.
fortune #2: Many new friends will soon be attracted to your friendly and charming ways.
iphone note #2 (january): she said that in the face of it all what she repeats to herself is “be good, do good.”
memory #2: in undergrad, my friend eunice saying that an eliot (ts, not george) quote works as an epigraph to almost any essay. we’re both partial to a heap of broken images, these fragments i have shored against my ruins.
fragment of “fragment” by john ashbery: We talked, and after that went out. / It was nice. There was lots of time left / And we could always come back to it, and use it later
love,
t