LET GO
LET GO //
A selection of postcards received in Iceland, transcribed. Nov 2012
I’d like to let go of all the things the last 15 years of technology have brought into my everyday life. Internet. Satellite television. Cell phones. Voice mail. Email. And grab hold of that delicious, musty library book that holds the world where I belong.
My harmful obsessions.
I wish to let go of my paranoia!
Pewter elephant ash tray
I’d like to let go of the belief that I’d be better off somewhere else.
I’d quite like to let go of this vague but huge and threatening idea that there are too many humans in the world, and for the most part our habitat is distorted.
i could elaborate, but i really do want to let go of it, and i think articulating the idea will just form it better. in, by, my mouth, fingers, or brain.
did you ever read the book ‘the fountainhead’ by ayn rand.
there’s a young sculptor in that book who tries to kill, for apparently no reason, a cultural figure called ellsworth toohey. it’s impossible to describe why the young sculptor seems justified in his action, but if you read the book you’ll see it.
i’m not a fan of ayn rand or capitalism, but that book is really strong.
yeah i want to let go of that idea that people are too many and our world is twisted.
I feel more burdensome than ever. I don’t think I’ll ever ease the strain I put on others, but I’d like to let it go.
Don’t tell my parents. Or my family. They’ll take it personally. I would like to let go of my need to avoid conflict.
DOUBT
Wishing, wishing so hard, that I could have fallen in love with the other side of the globe as much as I have fallen in love with all that is here and all that is home.
GET ALL OF THIS OUT OF ME: SUBCONSCIOUS IMITATIONS OF OTHER PEOPLE: THIS LANGUAGE, THIS ATTITUDE, THIS CONSTANT DESIRE FOR TACOS, PUNCHLINES, WHAT IS THE NEED FOR THEM? WOULD I EVEN THINK THAT WITHOUT YOU? RESET. ERASE ME FOR THE TIME. LET ME SEE WITHOUT ATTACHMENT. THINK FASTER THAN PUNCTUATION AS A RULE, FOR THE TIME, GET ALL OF THIS OUT OF ME: I AM HAPPY TO LET IT FILL BACK UP AGAIN, WILL WATCH IT EVEN WHEN I’M MAKING LOVE— SPEAK DIRECTLY TO ME, DO NOT FORGET, I AM RECEIVING THIS AS MUCH AS I’M WRITING IT— RIGHT, SO A SILENCE, IN WHICH THE DUST IS DUST. EVEN WHEN I’M MAKING LOVE. TALK TO ME. DO NOT SHARE MY SECRETS WITHOUT ME.
I’d like to let go of my job!
The thing I would like to let go of is my rose quartz bracelet. It actually forced me to let go of it tonight when it burst and beads went flying everywhere -‐-‐ but you know what, it’s a relief in the end.
When people act superior, I resent them for it. I’d like not to do that anymore. intelectual confusion at work
I want to let go of my engagement ring -‐ lost the day we moved into the blue house, the house we found out we would be parents in, the house we got divorced in, all within the span of one year. I tried so hard to find it before I moved out, but I think it was supposed to stay there. It is past time to let it go.
The boy sat on the bus, led there, unknowing, by the grandfather.
People were watching, he thought. Were they watching him? Did they know what he didn’t?
The grandfather said nothing. Sat silently.
It was a double-‐decker, that bus, that swayed as it led to a destination the boy did not know.
Did the grandfather squeeze his hand? Some notice of what was to come. And of what had brought them here.
“Your father is dead”, said his grandfather. As if explaining the bus journey.
It did not.
The bus, lit by the dark outside, passed street lights.
I wanna let go of fear of dancing in public. I would like to get rid of fear.
I’d like to let go of Uncertainty.
I’m in a very trying and transitional period of my life right now, and the
doubt of success in school and life in general always weighs heavily upon me. Recent relationships haven’t faired well, and I’ve found myself stuck in a stupor. I want to let go of the doubt, to find some stable ground, and perhaps some unconditional certainty for a while. That’d be nice.
I would like to LET GO of my worries
I want to let elephants go they are not happy
Thanks for asking. I would like to let go of my mental dust balls. They are taking up too much space and need to find another place to be.
I can only hope that your project will help.
Vanity. Society today seems to be so consumed with superficial beauty. Everyone is concerned with how they look and how others look. We have come so far from natural. On a bad day I feel like I have to wear make up to feel beautiful. On a good day I feel radiant after a yoga practice.
I believe true beauty comes from good health which comes from self love. I want to feel the summer sun and the winter wind without thinking about the wrinkles I may have one day.
I will embrace the changes in my body with this second pregnancy. I will let my hair grow and get back to mother nature.
I would like to let go of: the distrust for myself or
my anxiety of death
Hi. Currently I would like to let go of my need to hear back from the lovely guy I went on a date with last week, and my fears that Im going to get hurt.
The future; namely: thinking about it. i would like to let go of
this horrible first year of college.
I want to dump the industrial yellow lantern. You gave it to me as a kind of thank you, when you came to stay in London that summer. It is heavy, ugly, ridiculous; you must have lugged it all the way from a Cambridge road works.
I’ve never liked it, but in all the time we knew each other it was the only object you ever gave me, so I kept it. There were evenings when we would speak on the crackly landline, tipsy with the end of August. After, I would see the lantern glowing. I wondered if it was an eccentric message or horrible joke, like the time I used my lipstick to draw an omega on your bathroom mirror.
It glowed long after you’d returned to America. Years have passed now and the lantern has dulled. In separate countries our lives have splintered in unexpected and pleasing ways.
This bright metal cage still clutters up the landing, looking out of place. It troubles me like a wobbly tooth.