Letter to Julian, wee hours Monday morning:

OMG would you ever do one of those charities like make-a-wish? If it weren't for kids, but for like early 20s wannabe artists, and I made a wish to go to viet cafe with you and then take a walk and look up at the nonstars and the cypress trees and then jump in reservoir for a free3ing cold swim so i would have to cling onto you arms around your neck for warmth while everything was lit kind of orange by the summermoon and light pollution and a car drove by playing Til Tuesday and I could bite your neck really really really lightly, sort of hard maybe... it's part of the wish... and then... well in my dream I started running to your car, and I was pointing out the constellations, that I figured out the formula for the stars, and you said if you can visuali3e the distance between them any time you're in room, if you can place the stars on all the objects, then you can manifest anything and you can change the world... and you were standing on the grass and when you moved the grass you were standing on I knelt down on it and the grass was moving it was swishing back and forth in rhythm with the twinkling of the stars, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1, 1, 2-3-1, 1, 1...