Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

12.07.2011

Carys Comma

It is not that I am crazy, I'm just numb... constantly.

A long time ago ( I was 17) a bunch of stuff came crashing down on me at once. There was messiness, there was family drama and there was a pretty laughable suicide attempt. People asked me if I wanted to die. I don't know. I think it was just a natural end to the lunacy of my life at the time.

But, I have done fairly well since. I do it for you. You shouldn't ever have to live with somebody who stares through you with a nauseating numbness. You shouldn't be loved by anyone who can hardly get out of bed each day. You are far too beautiful and full of magic to experience such a depressing fate. To me, you are the reality of Almighty God incarnate - the proof of hope.

So, I press on for you, my darling light.


Dada


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