message to harry izmirlian.

hey harry, i might as well send smoke signals or whisper a message to the passing cormorants—i don't even know where you are. you'd probably find it strange that i would be sending a message anyway. i remember visiting you and watching future shock on 16mm in your basement. i would probably remember you even without future shock, you were a potent figure somehow, i didn't even know you were armenian then. you still are according to my cursory search, at 90. well, you might get this through the ether. i was struck by that movie i'll always associate with you, though i haven't thought of either in it seems like years.
i think i remember asking mom if that movie was real. it was shocking, and now we're in the future shock of then, so devastatingly unprepared, though you may have wanted to say this is what could be, and i don't want to scare you, but prepare you. i wonder how you are now, what would you say to me if you knew me now and i knew you. we crossed paths that one time is all i can remember and i was just a timid little kid, i wonder if time and the pandemic cause some kind of leveling like i feel, or is it just a wish in time i murmur into the wind. i greet you now wherever you are, and i give you my thanks. stay well, doug