would you like any milk or sugar with that tea?
i am well, though slightly confused about myself as to where i am or what i should be doing, for what purpose,
every time i sit down to write a thesis, i end-up writing a poem instead. don't know if i have it in me, to make an argument and pretend that i am anywhere certain, or that anything can be certain. i spent my time in ireland surrounded by certain jesuitically trained philosophizers of language, all brilliant fellows, but i can't even manage to win myself over to their extremely elegant and clever models. i dunno, rain.
i've especially enjoyed your poetry lately, friend--
i think my favorite line in the last piece, was regarding
the tree's heart that had become a spear.
whoops, running low on intertime,
may this find you well,