I woke up to about twenty facebook notifications due to people withing me a happy birthday. This is nice. Although facebook wall posts are a little light, it makes me feel good to think about how people were thinking about me and care. I hope for letters every morning. Actually, in the see of notifications I had a message from K, who doesn’t believe in facebook walls anyway. Of course, I thought of M as well, and my absurd uninvited unrelenting longing to hear from her.

Dear M,

Wherever you are out there in the world, abashedly fighting the good fight against the trials of life, I’m thinking about you.

B