Dear T —

I have so much to tell you…

(I hope you have a crack^* in you, otherwise you might burst.)

I have only a moment now, but it belongs to you.

Last night, I had omakase behind the golden glow of a door in a narrow, dark alley. Typical, resplendent.

Upon entering, the hostess standing just inside bowed and arose:

She was the double of Kim Min-hee — to the strand of her hair to the brush of her voice. It seemed I had suddenly stepped into a film by Hong Sang-soo.

So I sat, for hours, eating nigiri pulled from the display case at Harry Winston’s and drinking sake poured from a clear, copious brook:

Smiling in my heart where reality and imagination tenderly embrace.

Truly, the world is as soft as lace.

— Ever D

^*Important safety feature

P.S. I know I get carried away sometimes. It comes from a good place though.

(Tp,Tw)