a little story about james jean

one lonely sunday i discovered james jean.

i was at home alone and felt suddenly much like 
the girl in this picture. glow-soaked.
i was so overwhelmed with his work that i had to
write him a letter. 

like many letters i've written, i wrote a kind of poem 
in the dark. not thinking he would reply. just 
wanting to send an arrow of love.

you know
a billet-doux

but suddenly the sky opened up and the 
best thing happened. a thousand butterflies
not only did he reply in kind 
but complimented me on an interview
he had just read on pixelsurgeon.

wild luck, i say
wild luck.