Sent via postcrossing to Foysalratul
I wrote this postcard while staying in a little hole in the wall motel in Arco, ID. I wasn't feeling all that inspired at the time. I had written a haiku earlier and I wanted to immortalize it somehow. I distinctly remember looking back at the bed and seeing a sleeping Samlee and Dante in the bed and wishing I was in bed instead of trying to postcard. I actually filled out an entire postcard then decided not to send it to this person because I just felt he would not enjoy the content or the image on the postcard. I ought to just get in the habit of writing down stories and things on the backs of cards and just sending those out. Like having a shoebox of completed postcards just waiting for addresses. But I think that would somehow be cheating the sender out of the idea that I am writing the card for them. Half the time I wonder if they would give a shit anyway.