Re: [postcard: gin & tonic]
[It's a little time before this card is returned, and this time, the writer leaves Hogarth behind. They send a piece of folded notebook paper in a plain envelope.]
Not all of it. But saying humans are made of stars, how can that not be romantic? It sounds like the beginning of a book of poetry.
Pen pals did exist, once upon a time, but that isn't really the same. I don't know. I've never considered doing it before this week. Have you ever written to someone and mailed them a letter? Not I, not before now.
Do the dangerous ones need to be protected?
Crawl back. Live there while you can. There's no shame in comfort. But you confuse me, did this person you love hurt you?
Day by day, I live and eat revenge. It isn't much in the way of succor, but it comforts me.
[The postcard they received is enclosed inside the envelope. They've written a notation in an arc around the edge of the stain.] I wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.