If I could tell you everything, I surely would.(pause)
Recently, have been researching the character of Pierrot. There are so many places in music and theater and film and art that he shows up. Slight variations, but always recognizable. The interpretations are astounding. Pierrot is a character I had never been aware of but once named- I recall seeing him everywhere.
The image, here, is Aubrey Beardsley's piece entitled The Death of Pierrot. Pierrot is there, on the far left, dead or dying in the bed. The skullcap upon his head is nodded fowards, as are the ruffles about his collar and wrists. His pale white face and delicate hands.
(pause)
There is a taste in my mouth of a human craving. I know you will be away for a bit. The closing of these chapters are exciting. Our meetings - of handed off envelopes and of tongues at night- are electric. The pieces of you that you find boring or too classic are exactly those I enjoy diving deeper into. The best lessons are those that are explored alone, only to return together and improve them.
I will see you soon, or I will see you in roughly six months from now. The ghost of your spirit is upon me when there are hardly city lights at night and so, to some degree, it makes no difference.
Пока ; Пока as they say.
be well; be loved,
k.
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