i was just sitting here, very late on a friday night, reading a book, and something sort of triggered your memory.
i
don't know if anything ever triggers my memory, or if you've burned
everything that might, or if that's even possible - if you can ever
really contain the smoke that rises, phoenix-like.
this isn't meant to be a flowery email.
i just wanted to say that you and i need to go on another adventure one day, somewhere, somehow...
i think we will, once you can get out of that blasted orb...
j
