L’île

I’ve been spending waaaaaaaaaaayyyyy too much time on social media.

I’ve been spending way too much time on my newsfeed, that’s catered only to me, and that knows very well that if you throw in a “unretouched Kardashian” in the midst of a long form New Yorker piece about the American Constitution, it will be very hard for me to not click.
 

My dear readers,

We are an incredibly international community here. Hello to everywhere in the world. From New Zealand to France to Mexico to Peru to Greece to China to Morocco to Mauritania to Germany to Israel, to Bahrain to Russia to Brazil to India to the Philippines to Senegal… To America.

Hello from my sofa.

I am here sitting comfortably with a tea and fresh mango.

I wrote to you a letter about my traveling back to Los Angeles, but you know what? 
It was kind of bleak. So, scratch that. Let’s talk about JOY.

This morning, I woke up superiorly angry.

I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when suddenly Graham’s phone rings.

I can hear clearly in his voice that he hasn’t recognized the phone number : “Helleeeeu?” (imagine a British accent) and hear his voice changing from curious to very very warm. “Oh, hi mate!!!”

I don’t really want this newsletter to be just about the fact that we’re stuck at home and it’s funny and dramatic and what is the world going to become!

But, really. 

“We just have to be patient” my mother said.

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