TO THE ELLIOTT BAY BOOK COMPANY COMMUNITY
I’ve become the dullest of correspondents with distant family and friends. As each week now seems exactly identical to the one before, I find I have little new or particularly interesting to say, and hear myself repeating the same dull commonplace particulars over and over. And time has taken on shifting subjectivities, such that the beginning of each week appears a steep mountain of hours and days to be scaled, yet by the end of the week incidents that occured at its onset seem to have happened only a day or two ago. Of many more distant events,...
