passed between us arising again to splinter the grain of my dense cerebral ply, against my will it seems. I can't say it's a shame in how things turned out, for I choose to see the good in it - the good in you and the good that was us. I'll let the bad fall away so as not to be poisoned by it. I am not writing you to reopen old wounds, or to recount the events that transpired, or to ask forgiveness or design reconciliation. We were both present, to the extent that we could be, and too many moments have passed since. I would, however, like to extend to you a gesture, of empathy and understanding and friendship, or at least camaraderie, to acknowledge the passing of time and the significance of that which we shared with each other, and perhaps out of sheer curiosity to witness how you will receive me. I wonder how our conversations have inflected and influenced you, in these past months and in life in general, and I wonder if we will ever share any more, in the coming months, in this life or any other. For what it's worth, our time together was very powerful and significant for me, so that perhaps more than any other reason I am writing you this letter to tell you that, to tell you this: I am glad to know you, or to have known you (if we shall never meet again), and for the brief yet powerful experiences we shared together.

I think of you often because our conversation wasn't finished and I have more that I want to add, but due to the circumstances of how we were severed it seems inappropriate and presumptuous to say anything at all. I would like to continue sharing with you, exchanging conversations and experiences, forms of relating and thinking and feeling through this world. I am confident that I loved you deeply, although I am less sure that I was so aware of its depth while we were face to face. I was hard on you, hard with my affections and my language, and I wonder if you resent me for it, or if you are appreciative, or if you think of it at all.

There are many other things I would like to mention: books and films and ideas and inspirations, travels and adventures and incantations of worlds, and other things and non-things also. Perhaps I will wait to see how this letter affects you and go from there, as I am prepared to receive no response, or even a request to cease and desist all future attempts to dialogue, but ultimately the choice is yours. I hope that this finds you well and happy, warm and comfortable, satiated in all the right ways and also hungry for all the right reasons.