it’s 8:30 AM in zurich.
I wrote this to you on the bus home from Osheaga. I meant to mail it to you, but you know- first I lost the stamps, then the envelopes. Then I found the envelopes, but not the stamps. Ah well. At least it was saved from the no longer current/half-written letter pile. I was writing a letter to Douglas Coupland as we rolled into Toronto, and I never finished it. (It’s one of the many attempts since we saw him speak at the reference library). That one’s not going to make it, too much time has passed.