Dear friends, what follows is a piecing-together of reflections which I have gathered here because they seem united by a kind of watery quality. When I used to focus more on poetry I felt as though I was only channeling visions of an of inner world / dreamscape that I had cultivated, often dwelling on the likeness between desert and ocean. This fixation with landscape and the ways it surfaces in language and in the subconscious seems to carry through for me, even in prose. The second section of this letter, titled 'a raindrop is lonely until it lands in the ocean', was written for an assignment for a course on Life Writing and