“dear boy
this is girl. my head is full of knowledge and my heart is full of feeling and somewhere in the middle it all is meant to meet. i don’t know where. there is no mapbook. so i get in my car and i drive. i drive to the east and drink coffee with my mother. then i sit in a lecture room with people who have no idea how noisy it is inside my head. so i drive west and look at the waves crashing. i go central and drink coffee in a movie theatre watching someone else’s take on life. i laugh a lot and then it’s dark and i drive through and around the city. i watch the lights and find peace somewhere. i drive south and say goodbye to more friends at the airport. and then i drive north and i find myself at home, writing you again. “