Dear Wigleaf,

Lately, I've been browsing online for a vintage typewriter. I don't know if I'll buy one, but I like to look. I've never owned a typewriter. It feels like it would be more rewarding while writing. The noise it takes to make a single word. Thunder instead of rain. Lately, I've been daydreaming. Staring at a screen while somewhere else completely. Lately, I've been wondering about the difference between a haymaker and a soothsayer. A monster and a saint. I get emotional when I think about this life. How the world can be so meaningful, so sad, so stuck in limbo, so plentiful, yet not enough. I don't know what else to say. I hope you're okay. Maybe I'll buy a typewriter. Maybe I'll make a sandwich. Here, I'm holding out some juniper berries. They're for you. Here, I'm playing you a song by Shrimpnose. It's called "How to Reach Me." It's called "Everything to Live for." These pieces of music keep me going. I hope they will keep you going, too.

From sunny yet chilly Chicago,

Benjamin