PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

An owl delivered a letter to me today. A bird. I’ve never been obsessively pecked by an owl before and I was hoping that it would never come to that. But I suppose I can’t have everything, now can I?

Do all of you… who have magic, use birds like that? People stared, you know. They stared and then they stared even more, and I'm fairly certain that one of them was on the verge of going catatonic.

I fell from my horse and I woke up to find myself in this place, and nothing here is how it should be and when I was out on the streets, there was this constant, strange feeling, as if all of the happiness had been drained away. It only ceased once I was pulled in through a door by a man who told me that this is America and that the year is 2005, 79 years into a future that I should not be witnessing.

This man near me was kind enough to show me how to use this thing and I must admit, it is quite unsettling. Not in a bad way, but in an unfamiliar way.

Can I not return home? Something must have pulled me here, correct? What was it? Does it have a name? If it was her I swear I’ll