In the way that familiar words become strange when we stare at them extendedly, the singular letter can be unfaithful—to meaning, to a memory, to a friend.
The invitation arrives by text, lighting up a group chat that has lain quiet for two years now. A link to an Airbnb wish list of cheap houses in Georgia, near lakes. End of February/early March? Darius sends. Let me know what you think. Let’s vibe.