Dear Enid,
Today I remembered Gugo Dzya that commited suicide.
I have been meaning to write a story about him. I have been busy… and lazy.
I hope I’ll be able to make myself get to it later… hopefully today.
Also, I need to write a script for a 15 minute Armenian performance in front of Serbs, Albanians, Azeris, Jews and Palestines… Any ideas? I need to get to it today too…
I like my new hair… wish you could see it. But you’re blind Enid… how are you going to do that? Maybe if you touch it… but no, noone’s alloud to touch my hair… sorry.
Well, I’ll tell you what it’s like some day… Like in that story that a deaf artist tells a blind musician about colors and the blind musician takes the artist’s hand and moves it about to make him feel music… Wait, I didn’t write that story yet… Well, I will write that one too… soon soon soon…
I just realized… you are blind, how are you going to read this letter? Maybe if someone read it to you…? But maybe you have one of those programs that reads it for you then I guess you won’t have a problem.
I know that you’ll figure something out.
I’ll see you soon, Enid.
Listening to Muse – Falling Down
