today i sent myself a letter.
not really a letter, more of a contingency plan.
what to do in the event of abandonment.
i doubt if it will ever arrive because the postman pinches from me.
he has no sympathy for a crying girl with itchy eyes and a tissue drying on a radiator. and you would think someone would, wouldn't you?
i have been lost for an indefinable length of time.
and now, the end is near,
'cos the dog just ate my map.