collected letters...

i like to read diaries and collections of letters. other people's correspondence. i like them because they are almost always about nothing. about passing the salt. about what they had for lunch. maybe they write about something they saw when they were walking to buy bread. something they saw from the window of a train. every once in a while something exciting happens to them. then they pass the salt again. mostly, i'm only passing salt. i tend to think that's exciting, too. somehow.