i discovered the escape manual in my back pocket only after we'd already jumped.

you can't get there from here.

always the he said she said...but just do the what with love.

i sent him a letter through the post because obviously the world is flat.

EDIT:
the postscript came back as follows...
















dear mr. rothko,
i hadn't realized i was so influenced by you subconsciously until about an hour ago. so i'm writing this to thank you for making inspiring work that got under my brain skin.
besos y fotos,
louise

it's really no one's fault.