It is still oppressively hot and humid. The air is standing still. I don't feel like doing anything. There is a huge sack of fan mail I still haven't opened. I don't really know why. Am I afraid of something?
I'm avoiding this sack but still keep thinking about it.
My favourite fan letter is a handwritten "f", and my next favourite is an "a" written in Courier font, or even better, on an old manual typewriter. I miss my grandfather's classic 1923 Underwood.
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