sigh.

i had a sylvia plath postcard that followed me wherever i was living, that was lost somewhere in the shuffle between moving out of my last flat and going to asia (i. miss. japan.) and moving to nyc, and i haven’t been able to find another since moving here, even though i check every rack of postcards i see in bookstores and libraries and anywhere such a postcard may be found.  this makes me sad, even though there are lots of lovely images and postcards and post-its decorating my walls, and i’m hoping i come across one soon.

that is all; good night!

aausten