good morning layla—
i know you’re reading this over coffee (would bet my life on it). i just got back from the baltic. the service was terrible over there, im sorry for being such a ghost. but it was beautiful. alec and i swam all day, all weekend. the whole time, i was sorry you couldn’t join us. the moon was over the sea even at 9am. i had half a mind to call you in the water, to show you, to videotape, or something, but it seemed ridiculous (and yet it’s not!). everything here at the sea is of you. i thought you’d be hiding out beneath the surface.
how’d you like that record? i know the lyrics are how they are, but what about that verse about falling into the grass (have you translated through that track?).
i miss you. text me photos from the field picnic. im off for the day.
❤
hello, the other thing i had to tell you, this is a good idea. it was my birthday and i’m just so thankful that we had some time to remember this. far-off we will remember this.
The “mystery people” were a bit like the rest of us. They’re not going to be allowed to drink anything else. their name is “an unknown person for the weekend” they would be allowed to write, or give things away which is what the “mystery people” say. there are just one couple of people who have a real identity. This is when they were in love and are in love themselves, because this does not mean they have “true love” as the “love” is someone who is not in love.
In order for that to be to be “true love,” it has to be something they have been “right” for. they would have been an anonymous person in another way (just like they were a couple).
unknown person for the weekend 