I had to look up what loosestrife looks like — it's a tall, bright, unpretentious, and perennial herb. Bright pink or yellow, but the color generated for me was misty gray. Life for the past few years too — a solid gray impenetrable fog, but even in it there is some stability. As Gatsby went out onto the dock to look at the green light on the other shore, so I have been reading Meduza all this time. Thank you for remaining constant, for trying to be near and guide, without you it would be so easy to get lost. I believe that one day all the misty-gray flowers will be painted in the brightest shades, our eyes will ache from such beauty, and tears will flow, but these will be tears of happiness, because everything will finally get better. And one will finally want to live again, truly