Do not read the news; there are things there you were never meant to know. Do not dwell on our lack of community, or that we look at each other over vast spools of wire stretched taut by longing; we are all doing the best we can, given how little we know.
Culture moves on without us, whether we like it or not. You can choose never to be left behind, but it takes a lot of running, and a lot of detours, a lot of wondering if the next big thing is only big to people who are still small.
I don’t belong to a country anymore – I have come to recognize it as arbitrary as my religion. I have shrunk my fraternity down, dried my sorority three sizes smaller, and now I only belong to the cult of my family, and the greater penumbra of friends. Many of these I have seen through storms, and others I know only through an ambient loveliness; even a closed circle can be infinite.
It is to all of you, whatever warmth I can possibly radiate through these pixels and through the many years, that I say thanks and send compliments. These pages I write are bad at so many things, you know, but they have never failed in making me feel part of something larger. Even if for a second, and that’s long enough.
see you next week!