I think of you often and just know that somehow, you're somewhere getting even sharper - sharper, still! - somehow. and, yes, much too fair to be friends, anymore. but you were wrong about my post-prandial invite and I. everybody was haha but look how it all turned out. life's funny. loved kccf and I venture to suspect that nobody else in our movie club, or their dinner dates, would've had the beautiful time there which I was very lucky to have enjoyed and benefited from - but who knows? people surprise you. you surprised me all the time. cheers again to you, "aerothorn", thank you for sharing all we did so equitably and with unforgettable care, under rational judgement, all while purveying your sly, joyful, celebratory vantage.

I hope you all know that I'll love you always.
Funny but I can't think of any other way to put that, despite that everybody in math club saw what such feelings did to me haha

because now I'm thinking about the nights I slept in your backyard. how, after gardening with elephant shit or studying new instrumentations to familiar ditties, we'd knock our ginger beers together and chop it up amid the cucamelons. I remember missing out sometimes, zipped shut behind them tentflaps, further abusing my laptop in the effort of cultivating a dumb little virtual garden of board games and brain droppings ie this and others. sorry I never finished your lotaria(s) - the sketches were in that backpack I lost near union st which also had the laptop on which this failed prototype was made etc you know how it went (or do you?) haha cheers you two