Hello,

and I’m glad I’ve met you?

 

People know I like the Great Gatsby, it fits my porcelain head like one luminous yellow fish. I want a little energy to read swimmingly but reading is a lonely activity and I’m happy for company in strangers.

 

“It was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge I put my arm around Jordan’s golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her to dinner. Suddenly I wasn’t thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more, but of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal scepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm. A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”

The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald

 

I don’t want these categories. I want to keep spilling from one best scenario to another. I’ve explained myself so many times it must be true, and I’ll have it true, even if the versions of this are as numerate as dying ideas.

 

Every link I send you is another frame added to the memory, so keep clicking, couple more updates in this truncated log. Two eventualities: this is it, no one else but you; or, this is over, there are other stories to tell. I wonder if you have the time to make it clear to me.