Category: 1994

1994, Letters from J

I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.

Tuesday, 5 July 1994 Hi S, I thought it was about time I put fingertip to keyboard and pounded out a missive to Sis in my staccato touch-typing blur.  How you doing?  I should, here at the outset, just say thanks for the super wax letter sealing set.  Completely super present.  I don’t have much in the way of gossip, I’ve been leading a life … Continue reading I’m too level-headed for my old friends, but too freakish for others. Maybe I’m just a second-rate Nihilist.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

J’s Diary Entry Tue 5 Jul 1994 – Left for work early today, had to be in at 7:30AM to load the recycling truck – got paid for it. Had a good chat with Anna about movies and bludged the rest of the day away.  Wrote two letters, one to S, one to myself, full of wordy self-pity and justifications for how I’ve treated and … Continue reading I have no great desire for human contact at this point in time.

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1994, Letter from Grandparents, Letters to S

And that sort of thing just doesn’t happen here.

30 June 1994 Dear S and Jack, Was beaut to get your cards from France, you sure did enjoy your trip and gee it was good to hear all about it.  Did you go by that new tunnel under the water? Your English weather will be at its best now, the last couple of mornings we’ve had very heavy frosts.  It’s been many years since … Continue reading And that sort of thing just doesn’t happen here.

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1994, Not Sent/Received

Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability. 

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THE LETTERS/WRITINGS MY BROTHER WROTE FOR ME, BUT I NEVER RECEIVED.  IT WAS AMONGST HIS DIARIES AND OTHER DOCUMENTS I FOUND AFTER HIS DEATH, HE HAD WRITTEN “UNSENT” ON IT. IT IS DATED 22 JUN 1994 . Dear Sis, What an absolutely crap day I’m having, so crap in fact, that I felt it simply had to be shared.  I just had lunch … Continue reading Between the office and the bistro, I have appropriated for myself an incredibly shitty mood, and the forecast is for a bit more shittiness followed by a cold front of irritability. 

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1994, J's Diary Entries

I just fluttered in the breeze for the remainder of the day.

J’s Diary Entries Mon 6 Jun 1994 – A bad mood day, felt crap and I knew it from the moment I woke.  My first words to Simon were “Shut your scabby hole” and that more or less set the pattern for the day.  Only interesting point in the day was a reflection on appearances I had on the homeward bound tram.  This woman seated … Continue reading I just fluttered in the breeze for the remainder of the day.

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1994, Letters from J, Letters to S

If I don’t get my quota of salt in by sundown I’ll lose my clothing privileges and have to work naked again.

6 Jun 1994  Dear S et all (from the Latin “et alii”, everyone ought to know that.), How’s it goin’? I’m sorry to have been so lax in the letter writing department, but it’s actually been rather hectic lately.  I have to get through a certain amount each day, and so far it’s been taking me all day, which I am none-too-pleased about.  How dare … Continue reading If I don’t get my quota of salt in by sundown I’ll lose my clothing privileges and have to work naked again.

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1994, J's Diary Entries

I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE.  I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

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