letter 009: racetrack
dear junk mail club,
there is an unspoken, very special bond about being able to waste time with someone. “racetrack” is about that connection, a friendship where you can do absolutely nothing all day, but feel so comforted, so at ease. i’ve spent so many days lying around my friends’ rooms trying to figure out something to do. we always eventually hop in the car and lap neighborhoods, driving in circles. that's where the title “racetrack” comes from, laps and laps around the same streets. while at the surface it seems so mundane, driving around has become the space where conversation naturally reveals itself. we become more vulnerable. we choose the music we want to hear, we show each other albums the other hasn’t heard, we stall the world.
hope all of you are doing well. talk soon.