05.01.06 - 5:52 p.m.
you wrote to me (hey from connecticut) to ask a question in eight words. i answered in four. this is how we communicate. marco polo. is it snowing there? what did you eat for breakfast? whose was your favorite book of the year? (not yet, but probably soon; nothing. i never do; your wife's)
something in me wants to ask how many more you've got in you, but i know it would be the end. we are fine like this, uncomplicated, complete strangers.