Dear Nancy

Here is a message from the future.

It will be early spring or summertime, crafting your next grocery list, and I hope that you are doing well ... I'm not sure where Athos, Aramis, D'Artagnan, Porthos, etc., are floating right now but rest assured the paradigm shift has been accomplished and all is well, so, go about it, shop merrily. But I stole all of your stationary off of the refrigerator (apologies now in the present) so you won't be able to make your list in the future come time so here you are, warned.

As we sit here, listening to techno-esque, yet seemingly guiltly-pleasure-fulfilling music (think Lady GahhGahh) and I think of Seattle and vans and cruising (or defying) Interstate 5 and we nearly die but we are alive now (but today is infinite) so I think ultimately of what is to be done, love games, tomorrow, etc., (etc., now appearing twice) and think -- sleepy little town in a blanket of -26° (C) snow and cold; perhaps the New Age wolf people or hippies or hipsters or people with beards, cars (90's vintage Subarus) and making calls on things such as:

survival
fishing
outfitting;

and it is not the East Coast, so they have some authenticity. Time for some technics (?, not my wording) and some leave with excitement and West Coast withdrawl as the basis for poetry and feelings and stuff where people want to know but cannot?

A goldfish and sheep are drawn as lines in the stationary sand --

And now I don't know but we are here listening to CCR, taking pictures, posed and poised for greatness, and I decide the artists of the group are biologists at heart as they capture simplistic fish and mammals. Maybe they are of the naturalist approach, these artists, here is what they would do in six months as a subgenre of a backcountry movement that is the sleepy little town, a brief pass down Sheridan street, some movement and maybe a stop at the Shop, but onwards down the Fernberg road so these people don't (or do?) know this town - maybe.

Townsfolk, they hate it (one person speaking for all, now, to antagonize) because the "cabineers" symbolize the "technology reality" of sorts because you come up North as this is the modern getaway, but a gesture from technology in "getting off" in the 'Dubs because you may get off the Road (Fernberg one of many) -- but the technology propelling your food with fire burn restrictions is only a temporary solace.

And the town, connected, is more of an "inconvenience in authenticity" as hybridization of sexuality - for some find the essence in the man who is the sole romantic aesthetic, (i.e., hockey players), but others find it in those who represent classical knowledge as well -- (no offense to hockey players in philosophy) because they know the Truth of both women and the sleepy little town; not image-based folk, because if the town wants authenticity I do not know how to go about finding it, or anything practical like that, only on thoughts from the backseat and countertops of society in little messages to mothers dear (doubtful to read) and listening to the pulse.