Incontinentia
I've gotten rid of so much shit and I'm still concerned about having too much stuff for the new joint.
Sorting through a slew of old, forgotten junk. Things from other lifetimes.
Found this curious handwritten letter tucked away:
[Malice],I have no idea what this letter was in response to. I just find these forgotten fragments of communication utterly fascinating. I really could have done so much more with my college years...
11:30 tuesday night. i'm frantically searching the aisles of Shakespeare and co. for a magical tape that will teach me the italian language for my oral mid-term.
the next day! 9:55 wednesday morning i'm none the more bilingual and Charles in Charge is beginning to appear clever and profound. I've forgotten how to spell. I blame myself for the endless winter of '96.
I'm harboring a mankind destroying plague inside my frail frame but just tell people I have a cold. I don't even have an email account.
I don't hate you [Malice].
in the constant rat race of life, don't forget to unwind.
and to keep a tight hold of the reins.
and to go to Ben and Jerry's for their doughballs.
Starlee
I'm looking forward to having a big empty house one day. Somewhere quieter than where I'm heading.
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