For Hindsight will save us, surely

Every so often, I get my act together and make something. True that those times are few and far in between- a rather regrettable fact, really, but today I absolutely had to.  For, this evening, I had to come up with something to give to my friend the Writer, whose play premieres tonight.

As I have been cleaning up my archives (both personal and of collected ephemera), I found a long ago project which struck me as a possibility.  In fact, it may be the perfect thing- a letter of sorts composed in artbook form, words rearranged as "poetry- the sort of thing that could express what I have been struggling to say through writing recently.  As you may know, I haven't writers' block, as I am not a writer, but I have something similar to it...or, perhaps I do, but it may be pegged down as pure idleness.

For the gift, I made a small book which I had reassembled and made anew,a brand new "poem" created in the process.  As accompaniment and explanation (of sorts), I used a piece of stationery that I had kept for years (gotten from somewhere, most likely some vintage book), that is from a hotel in Sri Lanka which I have never been to and most likely will never go to, but whose name (The New Oriental Hotel) appealed to my never ending curiosity of the exotic.  I did find out that the hotel still exists, but is now known under a much more dull and wholly interesting name (Galle Fort)...

Old things become new once again.

a small artbook, a poem, a letter, a wish.

how the enclosed letter (a poem in disguise) ends.