I just want you to know that I've brought the pieces I have of you all throughout my travels. Your name and your stories have been heard in the overcaffeinated library commons, in the basement of the farmhouses I've spent clandestine mornings sleeping naked in, in the kitchens of surbuban ragers where I and other goth kids scream about Sam Hyde and Gilles Deleuze. You've never left me, even if we hardly talk anymore. This is not over, trust me. We're still going to be friends for a long time.
