Losing the thread.
Landscape (verso) (1939) by Paul Nash
This is a love letter. I sleep in a chair. I wake up when the sunlight hits the mountains. It’s almost like I’m starting over. It’s almost like I live alone. Sometimes the parrots scream at me, as they head East to Pasadena, to remind me that I’m dreaming again.
I get love letters I never asked for, telling me how I p…