"...By the time you get back into town, I'll already be on a plane jetting to a land where they use Euros. It's a strange, strange time and place that puts an ocean between us. Especially a couple of weeks before Valentine's. I'll be home soon enough, but not before hearts and flowers day, and I feel bad. The things I do for work, hon. And I swear it will be the last time.
Anyway, I just wanted to write one more time to tell you that I miss you so much my face hurts. I'm about 5 hours ahead after a twelve+ hour flight , so I'm going to be pooped when I touch down. But I'll call you first chance I get. I cooked some food so you won't starve while I'm gone -- check the fridge, blue Tupperware -- and I've given Jack a call so he'll come over and give you some company. No lounging around the apartment feeling bad and acting like a hermit okay? Promise? Say it...
Be good. I'll see you in two weeks.
PS - I took your gray sweater with me because I know what Europe smells like and it doesn't smell like you."
“Today, in our field, there is so much talent and recognition that we are reaching a saturation point. An artist should no longer strive only for breathtaking craftsmanship; he should, instead, try to help us live better, either by dressing the wounds that are constantly being opened by society, or by offering solutions to get us out of the mess we’re in…But it’s going to be difficult and we have a lot of work to do.” - Jean 'Moebius' Giraud
Thursday, February 12, 2009
at 3:51 PM