I picked up this post card at Mike's Movies about the same time that I moved here five years ago. It's always lingering around this apartment like a half-remembered dream.

For a time it was tucked into the corner of my bathroom mirror. More recently, it floated around my writing table: sometimes crammed into the basket of postcards atop my printer; other times wedged at an angle behind the F12 key.

On the back is the beginning of a true postcard message about the meek and the earth and not wanting an inheritance. Slightly off-center. Abandoned.

Somewhere along the line, I began to use it for scrap paper. A phone number. An RGB code for #A45200. 180 X 161. 640 - 150 - 25 = 475.

It reminds me of all these years. All this Boston. And how I still tend to visualize my near future as being radically different from my right now.

It reminds me to hope.