After a Long Night's Parade
Bretty Rawson
handthinking by Brett Rawson
I have kept this card closely for eight years now. When I moved to Unalaska Island, I brought it with me. When I went on sixteen mile runs across the island's jagged terrain, I brought it with me. At points when I felt lost in confusion and fog on those runs, I pulled it out and read it. This postcard has, in a sense, become my traveling talisman. Perhaps it is because of the words - after a long night's parade into the wild fantastic. Or perhaps it was the unexpected reception that etched its way into consequence. I was living in a town of eight thousand in rural Japan, and when I returned home for a brief visit, this card was awaiting my arrival. I brought it back with me, and it was around then that I began to leave more room for mystery in my daily life. I was not surprised to find out, years later, that my uncle has long been writing, and writing primarily postcards.
