Came partial circle. For past ten years letters have been archived in a plastic bag. Recently free computer. Now, it's quite beneficial, SRO Hotel LA is too close quarters to typewrite.. A place to look at my scratch in print as if from another. A place to be spontaneous. Opposed to wasting creativity writing laborious unrequited love letters to girls on dating site.. A practice space for unedited spill and archive.. thoughts, corridors, catacombs, square statements, scraps of memory, quotes, poems, attempts at prose, screaming notes in search of God.. surely a drunken log, photos.. Mostly for my own experimentation but go ahead.. If lost or abandoned will just make more, will break apart one day anyways, will not matter anymore then, these old moons and pale worn yellow dreams.. The skies will finally have exhausted. It will be exquisite..