I want to keep Cleveland in a box
photo by Lady, Bezier, France
From a letter to a friend:
I have all kinds of opposing thoughts all at once about Cleveland, me, people in Cleveland. First I think that I’ve changed and can’t relate to who I was at all not even a year ago. Then I think, I’m closer to my real self than I’ve ever been, and I’m back to my idealistic adolescent self.
Then I think, I haven’t changed at all and everyone in Cleveland is changed. Then I think everyone in Cleveland hasn’t changed. Then I remember Grandpa’s dead now.
It’s just so hard to imagine everyone going off in their own trajectories in Cleveland. I want to keep it in a box and make everyone stay put.
It’s really weird to find my time capsule has changed.
So I’m doing really well, writing a lot of memoir stuff, got 70 pages done in the past month, and I’m working on a couple of art pieces for the art show in October at the Brandt Gallery.
Smith and I have been subjected & stress tested on three continents and 40 moves. Each time we go to a new place to live we’re re-sorted, shuffled. We don’t know how we’ll feel, what our routines will be. Our routine is subject to place.
It’s really really hot outside here. There are lots of flies, and they’re trying to eat my head. The grass in the backyard is totally dead. It’s harvest time, and we see trucks of grapes. There’s a distillery nearby and it whines all night. Our bedroom has outside doors and I open them and look at the stars from my bed.
Photo by Lady, Bezier, France
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