I feel like we are friends, darling. Real friends. God has given me a friend in you. I don't know if it's becoming a father that makes me like this, but I cry a lot more these days. Not out of sadness, out of a sense of desperate joy and deep-wrenched empathy. I can explain why I feel these things, but they only matter in the moment, so it's pointless to write them down. Remembering them is enough, but even that cannot capture the strength of the impetus to cry. I just take a deep breath and my eyes fill with tears.
I just read a project by Ai Wei Wei, in which he invited some people to live in a converted warehouse and appreciate the artwork and feel of the city. I thought, how marvellous; how many lives he's changed in that thing he's done. It shows how people can live together, if they cherish the present, and the beauty of a real artist, open their minds to the impermanence of life and inanity of dogma, take two sides in at the same time. Think internally and introspectively, observe something, create something, be a little bit of something.
I thought it was very funny that you were very quiet and timid when other people were around; but in the car you were your yappy self again. God has given me a friend in you, darling. I hope you'll like jazz, like I do. I have so many favourite songs now. They remind me of quiet, beautiful days; like today. I love you, darling.
