Missing the Mark

Dear P.rofil.es,

So, work + life + school have swept me away this last month. Please believe, I am working on something new for you and I’m almost there. I felt the need to write to you this evening because I do think of you every day and even though we don’t talk that often, I needed you to know that. I know, I know… You’re probably thinking, ‘is thinking about me enough?’ and I agree it’s not, but hey, it’s something.

It’s time to grind. So you sit back in your delightful grayscale and I’ll be swinging by real soon, once I finish this thirty hours of school work… Sorry, you’re right, no excuses.

Love,
Aniss


If I Worked A Little Harder

It’s 10:30 in the evening and Jeffrey Lewis is getting ready for bed.  He’s just finished writing a letter to a friend at his drafting table.  Now he stands in the center of his small cabin lurching towards the corners every once in a while.  He is hunting and tracking each mosquito left indoors and