I wrote down these numbers, knowing that they felt foreign and flung into space.
“Start somewhere, say it out loud, breathe, jump to another number, repeat the process.”
The ritual still works.
These postcards are like randomized tokens from my adolescence. My friends and I were broke teenagers who wanted to inject beauty and humour in between our routine studying, and buying postcards seemed to be the cheapest way to do so.
I pasted a bunch of the postcards up on my wall, they didn’t mean much really, it was just the thing to do.
