I know you will probably not read this. Believe me, I am scarcely believing that I am writing this and sending it out to the vast void of the Internet. Whoever you are, internet reader, I am surprised that you are curious enough to read this...or have nothing better to do, as I currently have nothing better to do than to write it.
I fell in love with you a long time ago, and though it has not always been easy being with you. I thought what we had together was mostly good, not mostly bad. There have been times when I fantasized about you not being there, my constant companion and reflection to all my faults. Shouldn't a marriage be a partnership, not a monologue where I become a ghost?
Where are you in California right now? Part of me wonders why you are wandering there without a wedding ring, part of me...just doesn't want to know. Yes, I know you want to be an artist. I've always known that. But is that really...enough? Art is such a elitist thing at times. I cannot truly recall the last time I met an artist who seemed humble at the amazing work he or she produced, except for maybe Kunkle that time. Even you, you have fallen prey to the idea of Better Art, Superior and also Inferior Art. Please do not deny this.
I'll write more later...for now, I just want to say... You, and your art, have greatly changed over the years. I hate to admit it, but I liked it better previously.
-N
