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“ Upon hearing these words, I was overwhelmed with happiness. Someone remembered me, my name was known to them!

ONE YEAR'S UNSENT TRANSMISSIONS

Failed delivery on Saturday, June 15, 2009

just made grilled corn, cilantro, mushroom and pepper jack quesadillas. you were invited until my parents decided to crash the party.
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Failed delivery on Monday, June 6, 2009

hello from the northern californian redwoods. rock pools and ponderosas abound, and it’s because of the latter i thought of you. hope all fares well in cambridge.
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Draft saved on Saturday, March 21, 2009

just a couple of things, for whenever you get around to receiving this fairly sloppy transmission,

a) your pavement selections = ace
b) your sonic youth selections = also ace
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Failed delivery on Saturday, December 27, 2008

i knew it was love when we both went for the same replica edwardian vase.
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Draft saved on Monday, November 17, 2008

what are these preoccupations to do with safety, stability, all these wretched Ss i somehow can’t do without? you went back to england, meant to stay a short while, and somehow it managed to keep you.

2008 has been a strange nothing-year, black, and i don’t mean for things to sound so downcast, but it seems i will be happy to see it go. there were a few chance encounters with unexpected light but everything is hastily revolving towards old habits, the old look of things.

on the 15th it was one year since leaving. i felt as though something was ending. a book not necessarily closed, but something closing. my resolve to return? i can’t say for sure.

i understand the sailor and his love affair with the sea, that vast expanse, at least predictable in its inconstancy…and i live beside this sea; i’m always looking out at it.
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Draft saved on Sunday, October 12, 2008

i don’t really know much about you or what is important to you on an essential level, and i feel that if i did i’d be able to find some real start point for this project. maybe: what are some regular symbols in your life?
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Draft saved on Wednesday, September 10, 2008

here i am explaining to no avail. i’ve felt a comfort in vagueness - it’s provided a basis for making art, for one thing. and on some level, i realize that if i were to say to someone, ‘this is who i am, it looks like this, these are the outlines, this is what those outlines contain, here it all is’, there’d be no room to fail. we all need this.

i know that there’s no animosity. i have nothing but warm feelings for you, but i’m beyond trying to save or analyze this.
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Draft saved on Tuesday, June 17, 2008

a few of us are gathering at renee’s den of darkness at some point (at oak & scott). not really trying to have a bash, just a low key get-together with cake and booze. didn’t really want to do anything at all, but somehow i’m always swayed at last minute. it’ll be a small thing. come by if you’re free.

Main Entry: ef·flo·res·cence
Function: noun
Date: c. 1626

1: a) the action or process of developing and unfolding as if coming into flower : blossoming b) an instance of such development c) fullness of manifestation : culmination / 2: the period or state of flowering / 3: the process or product of efflorescing chemically

“ There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We’ll dream of being blind.

— Paul Virilio