2003-04-07 - 7:28 p.m.
ahhh... to live in a place that continually evokes the vague suspicion that one lives in a fairytale. it is a place of mists and sleeping giants, covered by their grey wollen blankets so that the locals for lack of a better word call them "mountains". the skies are dim today, muted, and they colour the whole landscape with their hushed shadows. the greens of the valleys are saturated with a deep wetness that smells of mosses and fungi and damp earth. i wish i was a real writer so that, after being enchanted by the world, i could sit down and communicate it. i'm afraid my ability to apply myself to any one task is diminishing as we speak, and the novel that i have wanted to write is gradually slipping away into oblivion.
alas.
i thought that it might be interesting to post here a few of my personal correspondences, as i find that the person i express here often comes across as much more dark and embittered than i actually feel most of the time. i suppose that is because this is one of the only places i feel free to voice those parts of myself that are less appropriate for public consumption.
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"Don't tell me the U.S.A went down the drain because of Leftism, Knotheadism, apostasy, pornography, polarization,etcetera etcetera. All these things may have happened, but what finally tore it was that things stopped working and nobody wanted to be a repairman."
salve magister! greetings from the northwest corner of this little country of ours. washington is uncharacteristically nice this year and i am enjoying some of those brisk, clear days that i thought i had lost forever when i left michigan. i wonder if those who have not lived in a place bereft of sunlight and blue sky can appreciate the grace bound up in a break in the clouds. though, apart from the weather, life is rather dull. the life of commercial coffee is not the most inspiring, i must admit, and i think that the therapeutic qualities for which chose starbucks (low stress, interaction with the real world) are quickly loosing ground to inane conversations and pedestrian concerns about things like hair color, the stock market, and who's going to get "joe millionaire". consequently, i'm looking around to see if i can employment for which i would be better suited (...)
(...) i hope that you and your family are well. i sheepishly admit that i had a Christmas card for all of you. unfortunately, i am notoriously bad about keeping in touch and the walk to the mailbox proved more difficult than the writing and addressing. it's still sitting on my desk. maybe next year. thank you so much for having me in your home. it was definitely the highlight of my trip. please give my greetings to your beautiful wife.
be well. benedicite.
jessica
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