Dear Alex, Goddamn, what rainy and shitty day. It’s that kind of dark that can only arrive under a late-fall rainstorm. The sky hangs so low that you can’t see the top of the buildings downtown and fog obscures your view of the valley below. Car headlights float like specters…
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Dear Reader, As you know, many of the letters and other pieces you read here are actual letters I’ve written or would like to have written. They deal with the complex workings of the human interior. If you like what you’ve seen here, please consider reading my books. My first…
Leave a CommentDear Alex, I’ve written to you quite a bit recently about writing, depression, and creativity. I just thought of something that might interest you in the way of memories and what they do to me. In an important memory that spans a lifetime, colors penetrate the buttery, grainy scenes. The…
Leave a CommentDear Monika, I’m so glad you found me—the Internet can be such a dream sometimes. Thanks for asking about me and telling me a little of yourself. I appreciate most the handwritten letter. I miss letter writing and love the increasingly rare occasions when I get one. We haven’t seen…
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