Re: postcard: castor & pollux.
[This time there's a picture of the meatloaf. It looks burnt and deflated and generally unhappy. There's a smiley face drawn on it in ketchup.]
Castor,
Was there really a wholesome age? Everyone says there was, and they talk about the 80s like nothing bad happened, but when I read about the 80s they don't sound really wonderful. I'm not sure there was ever wholesome. I think the internet and social media make us much more aware of things than people were back a long time ago, but I don't think people change. I don't think human nature changes, and so I think we were always the same.
"The good of the unit" sounds a lot like my unhappy friends who stay together. I don't think you mean it like that, and I'm beginning to think I just don't understand. If it's work, then why not just find something or someone that isn't? Isn't that what happiness is?
I think magic exists. I think maybe it's all magic. All the gods and goddesses and vampires and raindrops. Maybe it's all magic, and people saw it all those years ago and were awed, and that's how religion became religion. I bet seeing someone who lived forever would make anyone worship. I think we'd do it now, even with all the things we think we know.
I'm not going to contradict you. You're allowed to think I'm good while we're writing to each other. I knew you were going to say you were the type of person to do something, to be active for something they believed in. I am too. Is that a surprise?
Pineapple on pizza is a solid choice. What topping do you like? This is an important question, so think it over carefully, please, and the bogeyman is powerful. That's what's scary about the bogeyman.
I think one of my favorite days was my first day in Repose. I moved here, and everything had a feeling of newness and possibility. It was as if a door had opened and this town was a long highway that could lead me anywhere I wanted to go. It didn't turn out to be like that, but it felt like that on that day. I haven't ever felt possibility like that again.
Yours, Pollux
PS: You're stubborn. PPS: I apologize for the meatloaf, but it was fun and messy to make.