2003-07-29 || 4:04 p.m.

|| dear mister bland, ||

i am having the most cinematic dreams all black and white and french, straight out of the film textbook i found the other day. deserted islands and honeymoon barges and our favorite godard sweethearts and i can't help tying you in to all this, adding your likeness to each scene when i think back on them (the thing is you fit in quite well. your starched pants and cardigan and button down shirts, the way your hair grows at the base of your neck, the way you taste coffee for the first time in the morning and read the paper in that nonchalant small diner way.). i miss you. in the meantime i will keep arranging you in scenes, rewriting the greats without disturbing the characters, and winking when belmondo's in the room because i think he's in on the whole thing.

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