There is so much I haven’t told you. So much I want to tell to you. The wisps of cloud over the Appalachian Mountains. The act of rinsing half-full ketchup bottles out. Mayonnaise jars. The feeling of failure and famine that accompanies the rinsing, but also the feeling of accomplishment. I want to tell you about the book Zeitoun by Dave Eggers. And the intuition of the infinite. The futility of life, but the drive to keep at it that exists regardless. About what Padgett Powell told me. I want to tell you about the saddest thing I heard yesterday. And the saddest thing I heard today.