I apologize for not writing sooner. And for not handwriting my response. (I've kind of lost my penmanship to the computer - something I feel terrible about.)
By this time, you know that my mind's a circus right now. Not even a rollercoaster could compare to my fucked up thought process and the crazy/beautiful things I have been sharing to the world out of it.
Call it drama, but I sincerely-truly-honestly hope that it's art film material and not some disposable script from a syndicated soap opera.
Thank you for snacking with me earlier, during that moment when I was on the brink of. The brink of. Yes. That same spot.
I really thought you brought out of my system my inner debate of mabait vs. mabuti. Thanks. Now, I am thinking of the serenity prayer and am planning to ask God for wisdom to know the difference after I finish this entry.
Yes I am on the brink of another decision that will change the course of my (short-term) holiday and add depth to my (long-term) life experience. It's this life-altering, huh?
It scares me a bit.
Proceed or concede? That is the question. For now.
The real Dear Elizabeth will be on paper. Handwritten. And all about you and our great could-have-been.
Much love,
Owen
p.s. You are an art film festival. I don't think I'll grow tired of you.