hey everyone. massive news. i’m working on some big things. these things are approximately larger than an average size, but if you’re asking me to take a wide-angle, its possible my own fervor creates a myopia unable to estimate the real yardage. if you were going to take a block-sized view, i suppose if pressed to, i’d imagine these things to be pretty small, all things considered. oh but they’ve got shape, these things which i’ve been, shall we say, involved in. i’ve really been speculating how to approximately convey their size, lest you think they aren’t important, or worse, in case you think they’re just too freakishly outsized for their time and place.
i guess you could also say they’re running down the middle of the road. and actually coming upon the fork in that road where it splits - infamy on our left now, and obscurity on our right. the things might actually just be forging a tepid path of status quo, now that i really think about it. whats important is maybe, in the end, only that they’re absolutely of a moment. these things, they’re signifying something really quite revolutionary. personally. not to others, maybe, who can take the long view. o! to have such perspective! us, we’re now both far too inside of the freshness and i don’t know about you, but its just making me feel so terribly excited, the crispiness of these things.
i wanted to tell you about them, and i’m glad i got to, in my own way. and the best part, between us right now, is the delicious possibility that we might be thinking the very same thing. now. and now. although while we were trying to link up, just there, trying to guess what the other person was guessing, i just got very sad thinking about how, once i told you everything about them, the thrill of possibility we’ve both managed to engender in you at present will, necessarily, dull a bit. i was thinking perhaps it would be best, between us, for you to just pause here.
to think of it as simply anything new and exciting, insofar as you might center the anticipation inside of yourself, projecting your own big things and weighty contemporary moment. and really, here, so cold and impersonally, it doesnt really serve us to be bothered with the matter of what that is. it is either obnoxious to point it out so definitively or folly. perhaps you and i will have a moment in which we can really admit that we hardly care enough to hear the particulars, that it is enough that we will potentially have something to talk about at some point in the future. and in this way, my gift to you and your gift to me will be to cultivate some mystery, as we mutually dangle each other over the edge of wondering what any of this might mean.