InsaneJournal

I feel patently foolish addressing you via such a conveyance as this board, but I suppose I'll get used to it.

I thought you should know that I've taken steps to remove my things from New York and her radius. London suits me, with its age and its gravitas. The person whose passport I hold was a rare book dealer, and the collection is ... extraordinary. I've decided to keep the shop, merely relocate it to England. To be surrounded by letters is something that makes me immeasurably happy.

I also had a question that may seem facile, but I am no longer sure of its answer: If I pray, will the Deity listen? I find myself needing to ... speak, I suppose. Write everything down like in a letter to a relative one can't stand. I still feel frightened, I must admit. I still feel betrayed. I need to know why the Deity would do such a thing to someone who never offended Him Her. I don't expect any great show of contrition from the Lord God Him Herself, but a reason, if one exists, would be a kindness. As you yourself have already given me. Bless you, Lady, and bless you again.



I would like to see you both, together or one at a time, at whatever time is most convenient for you. Please do let me know. I am in the process of relocating, so it would be simplest for me to come to you.

Something I did not expect, quite possibly ever again: my head is completely silent.