Dear Selize,
I've actually made a drawing again. It sucks, but it was nice practice. Thank you for the suggestion. Depending on my not-sober decision making I might include it in this letter. Maybe you'll find it amusing.
I'm glad your trip to Brazil was good—
You've just texted me as I'm writing this. That's a coincidence. I'll send you the text, but yes I happen to be free next Tuesday. Want to meet up for lunch maybe? There's this place around Earl's Court that's pretty good for coffee and pastries. Must be somewhere around your work. If you would like to meet up there, I wouldn't mind travelling the distance.
I don't know why I wrote all of that. I was in the state of mind, I guess. Kind of useless, I still have to text you.
Anyhow. It's still just been going for me. Not much has changed. I'm at the Monkey again, if you find that interesting. How have I managed to start rambling in a letter? I need to stop. And maybe get sober.
Toby's going to move. It's good for him, but I'll miss him. He's not been around much either, but it will be even less now. I'm happy for him though.
That's all the news I have. See you next Tuesday,
Marco