This is a place where I will profess my love for things and people that are terrible. These professions will be uniformly disingenuous.
You can see me improvising at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre in NYC. There are a variety of other ways to see me as well, I guess, depending on how how weird you want to get. I hope you can't see me writing these letters.
Non-love letter entries by me can be found at pbwelsh.tumblr.com, where I will continue to post with relative infrequency.
The best things in life truly are free! We’ve learned that together. In all candor, PWUTWYAN, the first time I met you I really wasn’t sure how to feel about you. I had taken the time to ask you a question using full words and completed thoughts and you responded simply “Yup”. I took a moment and thought, with that simple word I am hooked. I could hear St. Peter fumbling through his pockets, struck by the realization that someone else is now in the possession of the keys to the kingdom of heaven. Ours is one of those rare unions that gives credence to conventional wisdom - opposites do indeed attract!
Some time went by and we entered into the brief autumn of our love PWUTWYAN - it was then I approached you with another fully formed thought and you responded simply “nope”. I burst forth into a level of consciousness heretofore unknown to me. In that moment I realized what a shame it is that robust Native American populations do not persist - because your acknowledgment of my human spirit would move and rejuvenate them to be certain.
Without you I am a rudderless vessel adrift on the open seas. The loons have returned and here we are on Golden Pond sweet PWUTWYAN, with nothing left to do but hold one another under blanket of our shared humanity (which we both so clearly recognize).