Light Loneliness (1940), Yves Tanguy
Dear Polly,
I am lost — on purpose! — and it’s freaking me out. Did I make a wrong turn? Should I have never left my cozy cocoon of reality to fuck around and find out? What exactly am I finding out, again? And how do I get back to the trail I was on before? Do I want to get back? Will it be less gorgeous than I rememb…


