Thursday, June 22, 2017
Remember Those Days?
Dear Whoever You Are,
Pretend you just got this desperate message attached to a rock that I threw up to your window in the middle of the night. Pretend that you don't mind and that you are happy to help me make my escape from this world where I cannot understand the words and actions of anyone. Pretend it is okay that we are surrounded, because we have each other, and a few others now and then, to form a club or a band or a pact with, or at the absolute least, to have a few drinks with.
I am feeling so much better already- how about you? Read this for inspiration (or instruction, if you are as youthful as that). If the Dodo was a real thing in our culture, a thing with currency, if it was a thing that had real writers, I think this author would be one of us.
Remember, don't worry: If you hear a thunk, it's just me with my message tied to a stone.