Tokyo — “Sepp,” my mentor from graduate school, still writes me back once in a while. He always begins his letters like this: “I am dictating this letter in Berlin.” It can be from Paris, Madrid, Kyoto, or Rio. He dictates his letter and his secretary Margaret in Palo Alto types it up and mails it to me in Tokyo. This particular line reminds me of his deep baritone voice and laugh that sounds like he is a...
Katrineholm — I chat with you almost every day, but I still want to write to you. Isn’t it peculiar? Isn’t it peculiar that your mornings are my evenings and your nights are my days? The distance to you is mind-num...
Null — I can tell that you don’t know me anymore. It’s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget… I know I have forgotten most of the memories we shared, simply by the fact that I only have fond memories. ...
Los angeles — As I lay here on this replica of mediocre Swedish furniture. While you timidly look for whatever deceitful item you don’t want me to visualize. I act coy as if I am unintuitively focused on this writi...
reason and regret
here's the facts, you are erratic, and your vague dissuasion is misleading you but, that's called delusion.
Hey there
Dictation in Berlin
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