The other day I received a package in the mail from my long time friend Kekku. We met back in 1985 when we were working in a shared architectural space and since we were both a little—out there—we quickly became partners in crime (something our respective firms did not appreciate).
In this package was a devilish face mask and two letters I'd mailed her back in the early 90s. They offer an interesting peek into the past and what a different person I was 30 years ago…
