Do You Have Any Idea How Much

The Dreams Weren’t As Pleasing When They Had No Chance Of Coming True

Sometimes You Need To Make A Mess. -loretta, The Rollinses' Hosekeeper

It Was A Blessing And Also A Curse Of Handwritten Letters That Unlike Email You Couldn’t Obsessively Reread What You’d Written After You’d Sent It. You Couldn’t Attempt To Un-send It. Once You’d Sent It It Was Gone. It Was An Object That No Longer Belonged To You But Belonged To Your Recipient To Do With What He Would. You Tended To Remember The Feeling Of What You’d Said More Than The Words. You Gave To Object Away And Left Yourself With The Memory. That Was What It Was To Give.

He's Had A Lot Of Chances To Care, And He Hasn't.

But It Was Smell That Carried Memory.