Dear my best friends who live in far-away places,
hi! Yesterday I woke up and I realised just how much I miss you. Being stuck in a library sort of puts every emotion other than stress and anxiety out of your mind - but here I was, a Saturday with nothing much to do stretching out ahead of me, and I thought of you. It would have been a perfect day to go swimming in the river, or to just walk around doing nothing in particular. Instead I just walked around on my own and took lots and lots of pictures with my crappy Lomo camera and thought about how impossible it is to share what I see with you. Not only because I don't have a camera that is up to the job of capturing what my eyes see, but also because you'd have to be there, hear the birds and children, smell the flowers. The sunlight, for example, was particularly bright and my street looked washed out, colourless, like a Lowry painting if Lowry had ever painted sunny Viennese streets. (Not likely.)
Long-distance friendships are easier nowadays, but they're also less real. You can't hang out via Skype. All I ever want to do is hang out. Most days I still can't believe that you don't live here anymore.