I helped my quarantine pal move out of her apartment today. She’s leaving San Francisco and it was tough yada yada shut up. But as we’re packing up her place, I start to make fun of her a bit. “Everything is a story, huh,” I said, pointing to a pencil that says ‘Huh’ on it. “What’s the story behind this?” I point to a painting of a cat. “Or this?” I say, holding the last written note that her best friend would send her.
It’s strange to see so much love bundled up in boxes—in my apartment I have Cool Dark Kettle #3 from cool-dark-kettles dot com. There’s no romance in the things I own and I guess I’ve had close friends for such a short period of time that I simply don’t have lovely-friend-things yet.
But my pal Ali has a warm, bubbling life of friendship both behind and ahead of her, and this empty apartment was a record of that, an archive of friendship and giggles and a reminder that I should hold onto her and never let go.
Behold! My newsletter—sent infrequently—about new things that I’m working on. Every so often it’ll contain notes about web design and publishing things that I’m interested in, too.