{leaving the house usually means hospitals or preschool activities and sometimes post offices like in this case}
made some poem postcards on beautiful washi with rounded corners (amongst other items: a thank you card, an unwelcome anniversary commemoration, a condolence to a hermit father, a straggler New Year card to the far far east, and likely something forgotten… oh right, four pages of questions and annotations to a poet/podcaster, on hotel stationery from an unimpressive hotel with a fantastic breakfast in a corner of Japan I can’t quite remember)
Anyhow, the kind lady at the post office indulged me in choosing a specific complicated assortment of ¥85, ¥5 and ¥10 stamps to decorate these beautiful international dispatches, because the ¥100 international postcard stamp has had only one variety the last few years since the price was raised from ¥70 (and aerograms were discontinued) ~ do they just not care? Right right, bigger problems, and the postal services of the world continue to crumble in on themselves but blah blah blah
On the way back home, accosted by some hilarious kids with many questions and eager to touch my beard. They very earnestly asked me to meet them daily between 3:30 and 4 so they can talk to me more, yet it’s difficult to explain the complexities of a chronic and complex illness and the importance of laundry and dishes – but I’ll get there kids, I’ll get there
{I should note to you dear reader that there are many other “postal still lifes” and related artifacts of communiqués, just struggling to pull myself together to document my own documentation which might seem somewhat absurd on the surface – when a chronicle is broken the original is no longer faithful to the translation} #ParaphrasingBorges
