The tone of the postcards changes a little, after the letter; fewer of them just say 'I miss you', and the rest are somewhat happier.
There are still a lot of them.
And as the years of one-sided correspondence wear by, the 'I miss you's start creeping back in.
One postcard, from Quebec City, says: Augustine died. I didn't even know. Talked to her last night and she says she's not coming back. Fuck.
Subsequent postcards take on a darker tone. He's not happy; he misses her. There are moments of joy, and he tells her about most of them, but there's a melancholy edge to it even when he's talking about the amazing waffles he had this morning or how gorgeous the Aurora is from the air.
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Date: 2013-07-31 01:20 am (UTC)There are still a lot of them.
And as the years of one-sided correspondence wear by, the 'I miss you's start creeping back in.
One postcard, from Quebec City, says: Augustine died. I didn't even know. Talked to her last night and she says she's not coming back. Fuck.
Subsequent postcards take on a darker tone. He's not happy; he misses her. There are moments of joy, and he tells her about most of them, but there's a melancholy edge to it even when he's talking about the amazing waffles he had this morning or how gorgeous the Aurora is from the air.