Hello:
Last week was really chaotic, and this week will be no different. Last week I was doing finals all week, and this week I’m gonna be moving out of my student housing for the summer. In between all that, I made my way up the east coast for my uncle’s funeral, so I have not been in the headspace to write these.
I’m hoping now with summer rolling around I’ll be more motivated to write these things, and write other things, with my newfound free time. It’ll be my last summer before I graduate university, so who knows if I’ll have freedom like this ever again.
Like I mentioned before, my uncle passed away, and I’ve been quite a bit more sad about that than I anticipated. Every time a relative of mine passes away, I go through this interesting gamut of emotions wherein I feel like a psychopath for not feeling all that much. My father sent me a text message that his brother passed away, and at the time I didn’t feel a damn thing. Weird how that works. I think I felt stronger emotions that I wouldn’t be able to hit the club like I’d planned that weekend with my friends. That is a pretty crazy thing to admit, I’d appreciate a lack of judgement.
Then I actually got there and saw him in the casket, and perhaps more importantly saw how his siblings reacted to him in the casket. My other uncle rushed out of the viewing room crying “that’s my brother in a box!” The floodgates of emotion were swung open after that.
I don’t want to get too personal here as I don’t think that’s the game of this newsletter (and I just think being so raw, open, and “honest” as a writer is just a pretense for being a bad writer, it is not at all indicative of “honesty”), so I think I’m gonna end it here. Apologies for the last month-and-a-half or so of this newsletter being lackluster half-ass efforts, but your boy has a life and is bad at sticking to things and remembering to do things. Also, I read Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino this past weekend. A real lovely experimental novel that reminds me a lot of Cronopios y Famas, one of Julio Cortázar’s best works. Think of that book, just slightly less whimsical and funny.
Enjoy some pics of upstate New York I took on my iPhone, and I’ll see you next week.
Thank you.