(From a letter written to Kris.)
On Friday, people from my High School Class met in Barcelona. Class of 93 15-year party. Some 90 people went, 50% of the Class. And for a month I've been receiving 15-line summaries of all these people's 15 last years of life. Most of them I didn't read, didn't feel like it, I don't know why. I just read the ones from the people I'm still friends with - from my friends, that is. Of course I couldn't have gone even if I wanted. But I didn't want. And I didn't even write my 15 lines, I also don't know why.