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A few years ago, when working at the Arts Library at UC Santa Barbara, I found this resting forgotten on one of the public computer terminals. For over three years I’ve kept it pressed within the pages of a book. And now I’ve finally scanned it!

The paper is toilet paper — university toilet paper, it appears — and the words are written on both sides. It is very thin and delicate, and when folded — as it was when I found it — the words from one side bleed over to the next. I submitted it to Found Magazine. I hope they like it. And I hope you like it, too.

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“My dearest Danielle
I don’t know what is bothering
you
I

My dearest Danielle, you are so precious,
I hope that my silly behavior before
your black studies class did not
hurt your concentration. It probably did.
I’m sorry. Danielle, you are so precious
to me. If there is something that I
did, am doing, or just something that is
bothering you please tell me. I understand
that sometimes you just want to wait – that is
very good… I jus I need to learn how to be at peace
patient while being at and be a peace.

Whenever you want to tell me anything
I will be ready to listen Even if you don’t
know exactly what you are think and just want
to talk about it, I’ll be listening if you want
to tell me. Danielle, I love you with a
love that I didn’t not know exsisted. First of
all, I do want to do what is right. My next
deepest desire is to love, please, and charish you
above all others. All I want to do is to love
you more and more and I and in doing so I
will
become closer and closer to you untill I we are
one.”

Every Friday is Macy’s Day Fridays

A direction


Comments

I’m thinking (and hoping) that he probably means something like a symbiotic oneness, not a perverted oneness. And so then couldn’t that be sort of a sweet sentiment? (though a little desperate sounding.) I must admit that I once expressed myself in a similar way. And I thought I was being romantic – I believe I mentioned floating in space, a la the John Varley short story Equinocotical (prolly not the right spelling), alone but not alone, just us together as one, as the entire world, etc. She said, what no way, I like having my own thoughts that I can keep to myself, in fact, move over because I need some space…



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Founded 2005. Over the years I've posted writing, comics, ringtones, and stuff about maps, bikes, programming, pinball. And I had a robust music blog mostly about '90s hardcore punk (category = music).