Time has passed (as always), the days behind me have gathered dust (human molecules and what’s left of summer smiles), and so the last letter you sent me is stored in the past, (while I can’t gaze at it) collecting moments safely hidden from the world…
I write to you from the University, my back in some pain from poor sleep, awaiting the next class, always waiting for something…
Have you found pleasure in existence lately? What makes your being tingle? Have you walked alone and arrived at any conclusions worth mentioning? Write to me with your essence, not your ego…
Lately, I have been avoiding the “sameness” of everyday activities. Singing out loud as a madman, dancing through the city across the streets, making the authentic movements of infinity while AMORFATI. What does this mean? I leave it to you to interpret.
My dear friend across the sea, have you found stability? If so, get rid of it, for you lie to yourself. Have you tried to make sense of “it”? I tell you: “scream to the sky and await an answer from the stars.”
My body laughs at me with its physical barriers. My mind laughs at me with its mental barriers. Everywhere there are walls in which I hit against. “Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.”
Make a boat of this letter, so you can board it and visit me. Cry, laugh, and sing.
I promise to write a letter of more substance next time. All the best and forgive the lack of words, as well as the improvised nature of this token.
Jonathan Ropiequet"
