collected letters of gravis #1

Buenos Noches Amiga. (Is that even a spanish word?)

I tried to look at your picture, but the link didn't work or something, pity.

My parents got home from travelling tonight, I'm glad to see them. I was too lazy to cook after three weeks of Bach-ing, anf my mom was too tired, so I rode my bike to the one and only restraunt in our village, also doubling as the as the social centre, and bought supper.

Anemone Ra, I think I'm a simpleton. Is that bad? I mean, I find the small mundane things in life the most beautiful. I don't care about money, or getting some highpaying job that I don't like just so I can enjoy slaving at it for the rest of my life. I wouldn't care if I lived in a van on the side of the highway, so long as I was with someone I loved, and/or doing something I enjoyed. I always get these wierd little nostalgia flashes that last for upwards of five minutes, and they create this tingly euphoric feeling in my body, as though my veins were pumping sunshine or something? I swear, it's the best feeling in the universe. Better than any drug I've tried yet, better than the funest party, better than lots of things. For example: Tonight when I was eating dinner I was in the old restauraunt, and these old loggers and this old native guy and this ex alcoholic were asking me how I was because they said they never see me around anymore, not since I was a naked little 4 year old streaking through that very same restauraunt 13 years ago. And they were so engrossed in everything, and everything fit into place, and all of the sudden I could remember all these things, and the same guys sitting at the same table, laughing, and talking about the industry, or the economy, or how they liked the new stopsign in fron of the store, and I remembered so vividly being young, and, Anemone Ra, I began to cry right there in the restauraunt, I was so happy, it just came out. Of course I concealed it like the gruff and tough man that I am, and finished my dinner.

I guess what I'm trying to get at is: Has this ever happened to you? Or do you think I'm going insane, or already there?

*sigh*
Bedtime.

I like your style,
Gravis.