i realized shortly after finishing the las one of these notes that signing my name means nil, and that i really could go with any assortment of letters. i want you to know that after i wrote the last one i rode a bike i bought on craigslist along some power lines until they ended. this felt right in the moment, even if it took me out of my way. following them seemed right, even though they were holding the wretched suburban stucco madness together, i still believed in them as if they were a rainbow, and you were at the end, biking towards me.
– sarah elliot