It reminds me of the time we spoke of names and you mused that "Tambourine Face" was perfect, referencing In An Aeroplane Over The Sea.
It reminds me of the time that I found a tambourine face costume and wanted to send it, but refrained. And the time I found the artist who painted that, along with a full series just like it. You would have liked it.
To be honest, I don't know who to tell about this. I don't know who will be as excited with and for me. I don't know because we don't really talk anymore.
You see, I opened my text messages to send you one, but then I noticed that the last two things I sent went unanswered. I chose not to disclose this impending Jeff Mangum concert, because why would I set myself up for someone who won't care?
When we first stopped talking back in 2009, I started this blog and would write every time I thought about talking to you. By the time I was done, the feeling had passed. I'm trying to relearn how to stop doing things that I know will inevitably hurt me. So this letter is the first in a series titled "Letters I'll Never Send."
You're my first victim. But don't worry, it's anonymous.
Until then, please reference Jon Sands' "A working list of things I will never tell you."
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