Dear J. D. Salinger, Come again, I can't hear where you are trying to stay at a distance, close to my heart, a voice, ever and more refined away to better understand the path chosen and held in the light that was never your sole intention your word gave life to an otherwise dry and shallow literary pond frozen and sealed by critical masses and to you the world privately owes depth and the magic grace to inspire beyond the generations so come again, to reveal that lost playland locked in by the mysterious shore come again, a child, not to be held at bay in the line of past defense, we will catch on and meet you in your own time come again, to play the field, a child once more.

~Edmond Van Zandt
22 November 1997
Letters to JD Salinger

I am here in this shithole and I am incredibly sad it actually struck me dumb. I shocked myself with my extreme sluggish manner and although I can manage to smile a little , I couldn't feel it at all...it literally pains my face to do it.

I am extremely exhausted--emotionally and mentally.

"Lightning Crashes" is playing dreamily at the back of my heavy head.