[dead man]

i don't necessarily agree with or condone the popular opinion that this was meant to be some parody or mockery of something i would write. whether or not you meant this to be that, i guess only you know. i know you're a master chameleon and are able to take on the stylistics of any given writer here if you want to. some people say it's cheap and simple but i believe the opposite. it may be easy to do, but it's extremely difficult to do well.

as for the work at hand - it was, in a word, extremely refreshing. i always loved the character you present through your serious writing. it's easy to get lost in your comedy and forget your true colors. a glimpse into your creative self is priceless.

that being said, i wasn't crazy about how this began. it gained traction slowly. you, like the rest of us that are sort of emerging from the woodwork suddenly, have a layer of decay you need to cut through after a hiatus.

you give us these segments of flashy images - boiled blood painted roses, bone's clay, the bartender mixing your drink. a roll of film, never meant to develop. i mean, that's something really worth picking apart. i have a kodak camera sitting somewhere from 2010. i don't remember exactly what's on it, but it doesn't matter. for now, they are nothing. a secret in plastic casing. and maybe that's where it should stay. to think about a photograph. a moment, a story, a memory, a secret.. only exposed when the film is. how many lives are rearranged by the film we develop? the secrets we expose. the lies we tell, or the truths. maybe we were never meant to show up. but we're here nonetheless.

sometimes i think about what you said to me, must have been close to a few years back now, about how we have expressed thoughts that the other innately feels, but does not have the words to say. or something to that effect. i keep it in mind reading your work always because i love to imagine a resonance between this strange niche of writers here. we all live separate, vastly different lives in different places, know basically nothing about eachother, but all converge at this one very humanistic point. i love it. and truth be told, miss the feeling it used to give me. maybe that's stupid. but again, here we are.

"we've been here before"

this made me miss somebody i don't know anymore.

i loved fingerprints on the glass. really good.

i guess i can only hope you continue to submit your creative self to the board so we have the privilege of reading it.


thanks.