Dear whale-tribe,
I give dispatch from waterbound Lubeck; finally made it all the way downeast into the bright briny borders of this count(r)y. It turns out that for all those years it was only ever a three-hour bikeride away.
Our family is cleaning its hearts! Flensing foot-thick fat-jackets off to expose mammalian circulatory systems: feel the love expand! our hands all together in a big wooden vat massaging a caseworth of sperm! our dirty brig & its high clean sails!
Today the 31st birthday of one of our dead; ten years in the grave this November, I hope some one of you will read this today and think of him.
Yesterday the degré zéro birthday in NYC of one Anatole Naphtali Tober.
I love you all
& you are with me