Each evening he would write
what had happened
to him on the back
of an envelope. Sometimes
would add an address
to the front & send them
off to people he knew
or to others picked
at random from the pages
of the telephone directory. He
kept no record of where
they went; paid little
attention to what he
wrote. Now & then
he would send them to
himself. Could not bear
to throw them away
when they arrived. A pile
grew on the table in the
hallway. One day he read
them. That evening
he wrote about it. Addressed
it. Sent it off. To himself.
1 comment:
Really? Did he do this? I would love to get correspondence from M.C. Maybe some of it is still floating around. He would've made an interesting blogger.
j.
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