Hungarian Landscapes by Adam Dobrovits
10:01// I woke feeling sad about you at around 7:30. I kept hitting the snooze button and visualizing different versions of the massing models I present this afternoon. I unknot the curtain in the window you last saw me in from the train. I think of how awful I must have been for you to worry that I might be upset about you first knotting them. I might come to Ithaca even if I don’t hear from you. I don’t know what to feel anymore. *Deep sigh* Okay, work.
10:07// Oh, and I love you.
10:15// How you had me treated after all your declarations of love is still unimaginably cruel Samuel Dwinell, but I must have caused you to feel far more resentment towards me than you ever let me know. I did so much to make you happy, I would have done virtually anything to do so, but I cannot fix a problem you don’t alert me to. I am sorry for the fool I became in the tempest, but I have always only loved you.
10:39// Cutting up bits of corrugated board, I think to myself, “The good times were far better than the bad times were bad.” Things got complicated. I love you Samuel, and so I remain sorry, and so I too forgive. I love you.