dear r, 
i know you can't see the moon from your mom's window, so here's the moon from your window. i saw the moon rise and go behind the building and then disappear on the other side in thick haze. i woke up sad. you know how affected i am by grey weather, i get lost in the haze. my dreams were elaborate but unclear. all i recall is rutger hauer, and i can't recall what he was doing in my dream. i just remembered i saw his face on the legend of the holy drinker poster that's in my movie queue. maybe i'm supposed to watch that tonight. i saw a really strange flic last night, lil quinquin, about people getting murdered and put in pieces inside cows, very odd, all the characters seemed to be bemused at the direction of the director. they were laughing at the detective barely trying to keep straight faces, laughing at the whole premise. the detective was a bizarro, all non-sequitur and facial tic. sorry, that's boring. anyway i was thinking of you and when i didn't see the moon come back down, and now the rain, i got sad. my phone is charging beside me in your place. i'm trying to think what i need to do. wash the sheets, water the plants, get into my next book, nothing but the night, and write to you. i'm drifting in place, drifting in your place.
love, d