I’m going through the mass of papers that have spread amongst every corner of this apartment, when I find a file of letters from this guy I knew in high school. We had this relationship that, for a week or so, existed entirely on paper.

42 pages of letters. Poetic letters, mixed metaphors, an epic battle between characters and animals we created that symbolized the different parts of ourselves…

I remember that when this was going on, it was only going on in print. But that was it. We were friends in the same group and we never brought it up. We never physically acted on it, or spoke about it, not to each other or to our friends. However we were affected by it, we kept on paper.

The entire span of it, in handwritten letters.

I managed to keep copies of my responses, so it reads like a book. A paper trail in reverse.

So odd.