18.06.02 - 1:38 p.m.

sneaking, hurriedly devouring lunch isnt
pleasant anywhere but in the science
and industry section -
yellowing, dusty old men looming overhead
in sets of no fewer than ten identical
my legs sprawled, open: genius between them,
teaching me about applied physics as
it relates to sewing machines.

love
astrid

ps. im glad youre fine; i hope you really are.
i worried all week - no gnashing of teeth, but
latent, passive, curious.