Do you miss me?  Do you love me?  Are you keeping?  I’m not.  Not a bit.

I ought to write you seriously, I want to write you seriously, I will write you seriously, but not today.  I can’t.  The only way I can get through today is by reliving golden moments from my recent past.  If I tried to think a thought or plan a plan all the little nylon threads that are holding me together would snap.

—James Schuyler, Letter to John Button, Summer 1956