instructions for gina: fold this up and head towards Stockholm.
and now that you are there, faithfully, unfold my heart into this letter and read.
i imagine you on a footbridge, looking above the heads of those Norse Gods with snow on their hair. how does it feel to conquer something?
i’ve read that the nights in Stockholm are cold — frigid, and that the mornings, that sometimes there are no mornings — so maybe now you are better friends with the stars, too — with the milky way, didn’t we both theorize that the galaxy was a cold place? was — because we learned in school that everything in the night sky is in the past.
and now that you don’t see the sun as much (now that you are living half in evening, and half in night), are you catching up with the rest of the universe? because whenever i see the slide we used to sit on top of, i struggle thinking which of us is past, which of us is present — i am thinking now, still, blowing warm, cloudy smokes into space.