Letters, To and From, Strangers
I have been writing a lot of letters lately, so I thought it would be nice to help strangers write letters, because I suspect that many strangers have forgotten all about letters. So I took my typewriter, and my friend Cabbage – who also owns a typewriter – and we went out onto the street corner with our duel typewriters and we laid them out on a mexican blanket. We painted a piece of cardboard with blue paint and our fingers. It said: LETTER WRITING STATION (Love? Letters?!). Then we sat and typed, with our blue fingers, the words that strangers wanted to tell someone else.
I wrote a love letter to ‘The most beautiful woman in the world” from a man who was so lonely that he cried onto my mexican blanket.
Cabbage wrote a letter for a boy who had lost all his things, so he wrote to his mother to tell her that they were lost, but he was not lost.
And then a boy with glasses used my typewriter to write a thank-you note, which he said was too poetic and strange to dictate, so he might as well type it himself.
