Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[The card is a little indecent, and it is not commercial. A note accompanies.]
Castor,
We can go back to very small sentences with few words. Shall I try? I can try. This is the first time I write letters. I send e-mails and texts, but they feel like they're more distant than this, and they're a lot shorter. You have a positive view of life, don't you? I get lost in wondering who they were when they stood in that circle, and what strange paths life could lead them on. You think of rocking chairs and families. I have traveled, but I haven't been on a road trip with friends. What's it like? I'll just have to dream about it for now. That career that I don't love keeps me busy.
Are you a feminist? You sound like a feminist. But why do existences need to be meaningless just because they aren't bad? Why can't we have utopia? I think it's fine to change things, but do the changes have to be bad? Do the people in power have to turn into villains straight out of novels? I was trusting once, but I haven't been trusting in a very long time. I still believe in u-turns, even if you don't, Castor. How do we keep hope alive when we mess things up if we don't believe in u-turns? Life without u-turns would be so permanent.
You sound like a good person, Castor. Today is a good day. I like our letters. Before today, I can honestly say that there has been a little bit of good every day this week. There's been bad too, but there's been some good. Sometimes its just small slivers of good, but it's still good. It rained, and there was a pretty rainbow. I found a shiny penny on the sidewalk. A bluebird said hello to me from a tree branch. All good things.