i’m waking up to see the sun

“Dear Wig… It was a really nice surprise to come home and find your handwriting in Tuesday’s mail, and it was a sweet and energetive letter, and i liked it very much – so thank you. It was proof that life is built out of specks of infinity, and that you can never know what immensity can come from one tiny moment of conversation or connection, which is what keeps me going. the endless possibility of a new second….

my spirit jarred from the constant jolting between the tragedy and vivacity of youth, and pyschomesoluminescence will set in, and i will be lost to those reveries for the rest of the day.
Pyschomesoluminescence refers to the uninhibited clairvoyance of a better life I drift off into when I have come close to the sighing of this world. It transports me five or so years into the future, when I’m returning home from the jungles of Oaxaca.”


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