Christian is mocking my skirt adjustments, Eric is frustrated by the lack of unbridled purity in my fashion photography, and today Sarah told me that she never looks at the blog because all I do is copy poems. So, dear friends, this one is for you:
Dear friend, whoever you are, take this kiss,
I give it especially to you—Do not forget me;
I feel like one who has done work for the day, to retire awhile;
I receive now again of my many translations—from my avataras ascending—while others
doubtless await me;
An unknown sphere, more real than I dream’d, more direct, darts awakening rays
about me—So long!
Remember my words—I may again return,
I love you—I depart from materials;
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
—- from So Long, by Walt Whitman