play & gesture

I wanted to write to you - oh, how I’ve wanted to write you for what feels like forever. Everyday multiple times a day I think about writing, the thought appears en tandem with every instant in which I remember our past. I often recall shared memories and I often think to write - how I would love to ask how you are today, for your perspective on pasts, present/presence, futures - this imaginary screams and overwhelms my mind. The feeling demands attention. In each instance the desire-to-write, to commune tête-à-tête is palpable, but somehow despite the urging, I do not write. I did not write you before now. I do not write you in these instances and days pass into weeks and months and I have yet to find a moment in the everydayness for thought into words read linearly held in context and conclusions. Even now as words form I do not believe I am writing, but I have somehow and suddenly moved closer to the desire. In this instant, this here-now are some words, here-now I find a few words, and I do not depend on conclusions - there may be little context. Where have I been? Where are you? How are you? How am I ? When will we see each other next? When will we note the other in feeling? Might we talk soon? In two months I’ll be in Japan…

I wanted to write to you - oh, how I’ve wanted to write you for what feels like forever. Everyday multiple times a day I think about writing, the thought appears en tandem with every instant in which I remember our past. I often recall shared memories and I often think to write - how I would love to ask how you are today, for your perspective on pasts, present/presence, futures - this imaginary screams and overwhelms my mind. The feeling demands attention. In each instance the desire-to-write, to commune tête-à-tête is palpable, but somehow despite the urging, I do not write. I did not write you before now. I do not write you in these instances and days pass into weeks and months and I have yet to find a moment in the everydayness for thought into words read linearly held in context and conclusions. Even now as words form I do not believe I am writing, but I have somehow and suddenly moved closer to the desire. In this instant, this here-now are some words, here-now I find a few words, and I do not depend on conclusions - there may be little context. Where have I been? Where are you? How are you? How am I ? When will we see each other next? When will we note the other in feeling? Might we talk soon? In two months I’ll be in Japan…