Feb. 10

2/10/2026 8:24 Correspondence 145

I folks. I feel quite bad on this otherwise fine night. I feel something deep in my stomach that I just haven't been able to shake. It's a nauseous sinking feeling that just makes me want to lie down and go to bed. So I think thats what I'll do.

But first, some poetry.

Now in Uzbekistan

It’ll be now,

The now to me is 

The now to you

But what makes my

head feel like an onion 

In a magic bullet

Is the fact that it's now 

to everyone else, too. 

It’s now to everyone I haven't met

It's now to everyone I will never meet

8 billion nows happening right now

And I will only ever be able

to comprehend a handful. 

To think about the day 

That Lola is having.

It's time to think about 

What the weather is like

In the Andromeda Galaxy.

A now existing perpendicular 

To time and space and me and you 

And us. 

Train tracks on forever 

From now. In now. To now

Sleep well,

Calvin Landreth