Letter 1 (Ryan)

Dear Ryan,

You are the great outdoorsman.

I wanted to tell you about the smallness of me.

Floating in a river…the mountains climbing up on either side. Just floating.

How small are we?

We float a small stretch of river…a river that opens into a bay, into the ocean, that connects to all the other oceans.

I am so small.

Do I make any difference in this fucked up, godless world?

What does it all mean? The world so big and my cares and my feelings so fucking small.

Yesterday at lunch, a friend said…fitting the giant river of me through the diameter of a garden hose. Won’t work, won’t fit. DOES NOT COMPUTE.

So much feeling. No where to put it.

I think I overloaded him with feeling.

Maybe you too.

Did I ever overload you with feeling?

I have to think about this.

Your Small Friend,

Katie

~ by kjmitchell715 on August 9, 2008.