Happy Friday! I’m writing late because I’ve been worked all day. How are you doing?
Again, not much is going on. Work makes me too tired to do much else. I’m trying to draw and write so I don’t fall into doing nothing at all. That’s how school works too, most of the time, except you know when weekends are.
I had another dream about you last night. I was outside a hotel in the desert (like Phoenix) that was famous for being the sight a horror series I like was filmed (in my mind it was Marble Hornets, which was set nowhere near the desert). I saw you through a window. You were speaking, but I couldn’t hear you, and couldn’t lip-read what you were saying. I think something was taking you away from the inside. I tried to get through the door beside the window but couldn’t. I kept walking outside the building trying to find a way in and couldn’t. That’s all that I remember. The rest decays into miscellany.
Forgive that I am tired and boring. I find most of my life’s interest in dreams. The rest seems dull or worrisome. Even nightmares like that one provide some doorway from the waking day. The rest is in writing, though I am not very good at it. You were always better at writing than me; I only did it more often, to my memory. Goodnight, now, Soren, sleep well. We’re affected upon by the same sun. The moon we see is the same one. I like to ruminate on it for comfort.
With love,
Alice