Here follows, an amazing paragraph, which if read twice is sure to, to a certain small degree let you respond easier to that place in your head where'd you go to hide, had you gotten in trouble or hung with the wrong crowd, and maybe accidently interupted the hiding place of a murderer or rapist, not knowing why, I mean like an abandoned warehouse, but he had gotten lazy anyway and set it up like a home, even went to town to buy toilet paper, mark this as a dispatch, but you have to read it twice and get the timing right:
The only way I can escape the Canadian mail strike is to write you a business letter through the university, which has cleverly worked out a scheme with the Ogdensburg, New York Post office (P.O. Box 1950). Thank you for your pretty note earlier this fall and for your continued interest in my dance and design essay. I have gotten little done on it. My grandmother died October 22, and the last several months have been a difficult juggling of family responsibilities and launching the new school year.