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“Dear –
The same song comes on when I wake up. Every morning. And I know it’s my own choice but I can’t stand to change anything. I’d rather lose something precious with a stale taste in my mouth than not know what will shake me at dawn. So it was a favorite song but not anymore, it just reminds me of bad dreams. Regardless, I changed my address, so I don’t know if you’ve written me, but I’ve changed my address. You told me to keep writing and I have been. The letters, words seem to repeat with no relent. Maybe it’s naive to imagine finding life in everything I put down. I still do. How do I capture what is supposed to be endless without some repetition? I listen and burn out songs to find things to write about. I can’t help but to imagine these artists have it figured out, what I don’t have figured out. So, that’s something…”

the rest isn’t worth writing