My stash of Bob Collén’s postcards with his poems, prose-poems, stories, essays, and aphorisms pasted on their back is on its way to Motovun. I have not counted them lately, but there must be about a thousand of them. He started sending them in 1998 in response to a postcard of mine. And they keep coming. Almost every day I receive a postcard or two. I am sure Bob has carefully considered the day when he will switch my postal address from Reading to Motovun, and it is more than likely that at least one of his postcards will be waiting for me on my arrival to my new hometown. Someplace at his home Bob keeps his stash of my postcards. However, he has not received to many of them as of late, as I have gradually switched from snail-mail to electronic-mail. Besides, my computer and printer are on their way to Motovun, and I do not have a printer attached to my computer in the office. Last but not least, my supply of Elmer’s Glue, essential in the production of postcards, is not with me any longer, either. And yet, I feel a tad guilty. One way or another, I feel I have let Bob down. Whence this piece. Or is it an apology?