like dutch trees and dutch people
I am drawing and redrawing the shape of the netherlands until I know its curves better than I know that of my own country, both of which I know better than that of my mother country. I am twice removed. I wonder if I am the one being insincere. I want to be sturdy like Dutch trees and Dutch people.
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I went to a museum and there were some postcards on a coffeetable. There was jazz playing from the speakers, and I sat down to write a postcard, to whom, I still don’t know. But I plan on sending it to someone. Would you be offended if you got a postcard where only the last sentence was addressed at you? What do people write in postcards anyway?
