its been a while since i last wrote to you.
i remember i had come to see you as my enemy, but tonight i see you as my friend.
you reduce the fake, and leave the real. in your methodical and ceaseless way you sift out the whims of the present and erode the empty pleasures. you see things as they really are, and then gently, slowly, work them into that form.
thank you old friend. and please have mercy on us all.