a letter to a woman in Cambridge, Massachusetts--

[© tweed]

the new pics are great, as is everything, what am I to say? it just bothers me -- that there can be people exactly like me, say, intelligent, educated, perceptive -- that can be satisfied, whatever that means, through people like you, and for me, it's so eternally far away. I've heard all of the theories, and created plenty of my own. that I am stuck in a rut of ineffective behaviors, that I don't engage enough people, that the eternal promise of tomorrow holds the incalculably better day.. yet it all seems a lie, a big lie, a lie I can't look in its own eye lest I give it all up, forever and always.