Traveler In A Strange Land
A Sunday letter.
Dear Friend,
It’s about three or four in the morning right now, and I’m on a cautious upswing after a bad midweek. I haven’t been outside for a few days, but it might happen later on today. I don’t know. The only drawing I did from life this week was this:
I know. Inspiring, right? Yeah, not really. I don’t even believe in the reality of that waiting room…
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