10.18.16, 1:41 PM
Dear Der,
Yesterday it all became unbearable, so I rid myself of the foolish notion that it was possible to accomplish anything and went to Riverside Park to ponder the natures of consciousness and reality.
Dear Der #15: My Muse, Polymnia
9.5.13, 11:39 AM
Dear Der,
Thank God that’s over.
Today I will ramble. I took a day off and feel slow. I’m slowly rambling my way until I’m on a roll. That’s the ticket.
Dear Der #14: Day Off
9.4.13, 9:13 AM
Der,
Wednesdays seem good off days. I relish the way the city is working when I’m out and about, and how I don’t have to go out on the weekend when the streets are busy.
Dear Der #13: Screw the Sun
8.17.13, 12:34 PM
Yes, my friend, another day at the desk. Late start, but I went to bed very late, so whatever. I can go to bed even later tonight if necessary. I don’t need to follow the schedule of the sun. As long as I get in six to eight writing hours, who cares when I go to bed?
Dear Der #12: The Bear
8.3.13, 9:43 AM
Hi Der,
It’s day one in Asheville. The house is built into the face of a small mountain. It has a fine view. The world is wonderful. Everything I wrote yesterday I have already deleted. Hotel lobbies are no place—
Umm. Mid-sentence I heard a noise outside on the porch. I checked. This has to be a good sign. Pictures attached.
Tom’s Emo Musings from High School #2
2.14.06
THE FEAR
Have you ever had the feeling that something is miserably wrong but you don’t know what? I have it now.
Dear Der #11: I Am Pure Instinct
8.2.13, 6:33 AM
Good morning, Der.
Yesterday, Becca’s parents, Becca, and I drove six hours to Staunton, VA. I’m writing you from the hotel lobby. We have a four-hour drive ahead of us to Asheville, NC, where we have rented a cabin in the mountains, 20 minutes outside of town. We will stay for a week.
Dear Der #10: Arguments Between Lovers
7.29.13, 8:43 AM
Dear Der,
Becca and I had a big fight last night. It was miserable, but I had an epiphany. When lovers argue, they scream about so many meaningless things, dancing rhetorical circles around each other, because they are desperate to avoid the real cause of the argument. What is this “real” cause? I will tell you.
Dear Der #9: Jobs Are Not Real
On following someone’s detailed instructions concerning how to dispose of his or her body after death, e.g. spreading the ashes over a particular lake at sunset and printing a pre-written obituary in the local paper, etc.:
Fuck that. I’m not running errands for you. You’re dead. You don’t matter anymore.
– Louis CK
Dear Der #8: Be Gone, Responsible Ego Steven!
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
Madman in the Marketplace 