postcards Soma I've got a box of about 200. Some of them I drew. Others I bought. A few I found. I always want to send them, but something about writing people I know has never appealed to me. I get caught up in my perfectionism. I wish you could just address it TO: SOMEONE and it would find its way to an empty mailbox a lonely heart a someone who would ponder and peruse the little bits of paper, marker, glue the little scritchy scratch of words inked across it all maybe it would end up on a fridge or in careful thoughts as that someone lays there in the dark staring at the ceiling the way I'm staring at the red right now 220317 what's it to you? who go blather from