Not the most aesthetically pleasing post but I found this letter from 1989 (!) wedged between two pages of a hand-me-down copy of #TamaJanowitz’s #SlavesOfNewYork. There are no names listed and as a whole it’s vague enough to tickle fascination yet vulnerable enough to share since the writer has such a beautiful honesty writing from her/his perspective. I’ve transcribed both sides and included it below in hopes you can help flesh out the mysterious story. 📝
“March 18, 1989
So I’ve decided to run with this idea of you moving down here. Things, I’m sure, are far too fucked up and complicated for you to see the light at the end, but my life, being so simple and routine, allows for day dreaming and future planning.
I have found a car for you - a genuine junker but it runs and is only $400 maybe less. It belongs to a fellow employee who is leaving for Greece in a couple of months - only a thought. I have been asking the wait persons what restaurants they would recommend working at. Good money? Good environment? Hip crowd? etc. I have a list.
There is a danger to all of this future planning - that being that you won’t move down or something just won’t work out. Is it even a good idea for us to cohabitate? My thoughts are experiencing a luxury yours are not allowed right now. One day at a time.”