The Barbie movie was very fun. Very much an advertisement (trying to make Barbie seem less anti-feminist) but very, very fun. How are you doing? How is Eugene? Mom and I went into Seattle for my student visa application. The Blank Space Cafe (the Taylor Swift-themed one) has closed down. There was a Taylor Swift concert going on while we were there, though, so every third person was wearing merchandise — a tragedy to pass by the closed shop like that, when the image of its patron saint was just about everywhere. Do you still listen to Taylor Swift? I always take note of what she’s doing, since I remember you liked her so much. One of my last memories is of you and Layla singing Wonderland in the car.
Paris and Achilles got neutered yesterday. I was at work when they got home, but Mom says they were fairly catatonic most of the time. Achilles drooled entire dollops. They don’t seem terribly traumatized about the loss of one body part, but they do keep staring into space. I hope their brains are too small to be very psychologically affected, especially since Mom waited three years after their birth to neuter them (mutilation, she says, but she had no problem with fixing Pearl). I wonder what Mom (Mel) would think of it. Fang and Mali were definitely neutered, right? I often wonder what Mom would think. She told me once she would come to my prom night and embarrass me. What would she have fond differently for my 18th birthday? You perhaps know better than anyone. My traumatic brain has failed me. What’s Mom like? What are you like? What a failure of the mind.
For some reason, my new iPad won’t let me send messages here like the old one. If I suddenly stop writing for awhile when I go to college, that will be why. I’ll try my best to fix it.
I wish I would send you more music to tell you how I feel, but that would be too embarrassing. I think a lot about the theater aphorism ‘when you can’t speak anymore, sing’, but imagine what someone trying to make fun of me would say. I can’t make a little box like “Now playing: Life Eternal, Ghost” on the internet like this. But I’m not eloquent enough to pour out how sad I am every Friday. It’s draining. I’m really tired lately. Several years, really. I learned the Townsend’s is closed downtown. I think someday the places we went as children will be unrecognizable. Like someone born in 1890 walking around the same place in 1900 vs 1990. But I can’t know what we’ve gained because I can’t go home.
I’m rambling now. I ought to go write something. Do you have some preferred artistic expression? I hope you do. There is no better consoling thing than creation.
With love,
Alice