How has your week been? Not much happened for me. Cookie selling wasn’t to exciting (rather more nerve-wracking) but fun enough. We now have lots of cookies that we got ourselves. I remember buying some years ago with Mom (Jess), but I don’t remember if you were there — it’s been too long; my memory is now short-lived. I loose more of it with time.
I enjoyed going to a Barnes & Noble while away for the first time in who knows how long. I got two books, one a collection of works by Robert Louis Stevenson, and the other the complete works of Oscar Wilde. We didn’t have much time, but it was nice to at least be there a bit. I wish I could have looked around more, though. How is the Barnes & Noble in Eugene? Have you been often? I hope it hasn’t closed like the Toys R Us.
I had another nightmare about you, but I don’t remember too much. I was in our house (where you live right now) and trying to write a note to you on the inside of your bathroom drawer, where I thought Mom (Mel) wouldn’t see it. It contained a link to a second Instagram account where I could try to communicate with you (though, for some reason, I could only communicate through video games). I remember leaving flowers and salad around the house in hidden places and thinking that Mom (Mel) could not get rid of me now, because of my presence through the proxies of the flowers/salad. When I spoke to Mom, I asked her why she left me, and why she doesn’t love me, and she said, “You are mad; you are crazy.” I do not find answers even in dreams.
If I knew a thing about you, I’d talk about it for as long as I can, instead of everything to do with me. I noticed that the person on Pinterest who messaged me about the Flickr account has changed their name to Finn. That can’t be the Finn from Sudbury, right? There is nothing else that might tell me about your life.
I’m feeling rather homesick, in the sense of home as not just a place, but also a time. Looking at your old photos brings me an indescribable longing and sadness. I hope you are well. I miss you.
With love,
Alice