The year is over and will always be what it was, except that certain retrospective revelations in coming years will allow its life some kind of dynamic continuity, like in Blow Up. For example, maybe my cousin X will realize (too late?) that her exiled lover – the handsome watercolorist with whom I always got along so well – should not have been exiled. Or should have been exiled to a different place, a zone still connected somehow to the tissue of her loving. Not meaning to give her advice on how to conduct her life, I must in any case say that really I've always been of the opinion that my cousin has the capacity to maintain many lovers simultaneously: indeed the complexity of her psychological makeup and the majestic breadth of her affections make such an arrangement almost a necessity for her, not to mention for her lovers. Who who has loved my cousin would ever feel capable of loving someone else's cousin, or someone else themself? I hope my cousin in incorporating this text into the internet does not alter it in any way and feels from me only the most cousinly love and the best wishes for her coming year. Also anyone else who reads this should feel themselves receiving similar wishes.