i am writing letters addressed to you that i will never send. why are we here and why are you oblivious to the meanings in everything? i bought my own flowers today, did i tell you? yes they were sunflowers! beautiful sunflowers that lit up my room like Van Gogh's corny paintings. me and him can relate you know, on that crazy level. Poor artists and epileptic brains. i wonder if Van Gogh bought his own flowers though. i am betting he did.