Thursday, May 7, 2009

Will You Pay This Czech?

Dear K, 

I haven't heard from you in several weeks, but that's alright. Don't get the impression that I don't care, I certainly do. It is just that, well... there is a veil between us. It feels like we're writing between centuries, not to mention the continents. Just think of all those atoms and molecules blocking our thoughts from ever reaching one another. 

I've been writing. The theme is the same. I'm worried about beating it to death. I can't help it though. In the same way the man who sells pastries on the corner gives me the same look as he hands me the same pastry every morning, I write about the same things. All of my Czech friends, even the slovenian ones, joke about things that used to make me cry. I laugh with them, now.

Last week, in the shower, I noticed my toe had healed. Don't you think that it is a little too early for that? The Slovenian kissed it last night. Maybe that has something to do with it. I had to hold on to him. In his sleep he cries and moans for nameless foreign things or persons from his childhood. I can't do anything. He is trapped beneath me, weighed down by my inability to connect. 

Stop asking when I'm coming back. Now that we're writing again, it shouldn't take too long. Maybe in the next one I'll give you some news. I hope you can take it. 

Distance, 
K

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