Dear Recipient, or, To Whom it May Concern,
You know why I still write to you this way, don't you? I send my love like this because I have lost your address, and I don't think you are driving past the billboard I wrote my message on; in large red spray painted letters, across the lugubrious grins of a pair of 10 foot high lawyers.
In any case, I send you all my love, mostly, and occasionally a few news items- here is something that seems especially salient.
The wonderfulness of this particular moment is that I received a message with this noteworthy item in it, and so I wanted to pass it on to you, but more than that, I am also reading a terrific novel about mail, and letters, and technology and pins, and pigeons and golems and well, you really should read it too- it's a delight: Going Postal, by Terry Pratchett.
The letter un-received is a powerful metaphor and I must consider it carefully, and organize my thoughts by writing them down. I hope you will get my letter, but if you do not, please know that I am thinking of you.
Until my next missive,
yours,
truly.
PS
A Tear Stained Letter. And another.
- S. W. A. L. K.
