The fact that I'm able to write anything is astonishing. When I woke up two years ago, I could barely remember my own name. I had none. But I got myself one, so I suppose this can go into the same basket.
In no uncertain terms, I want to express that I hated the academy. Most of the time, I did what was asked, but it was boring for someone like ME. I thrive on meeting people and while many were there, everyone was too stressed out. You should review this isolation-learning-by-force; people don't like feeling caged and it could've ended way worse than you can imagine.
That said- where due is due, those dream things are helpful, in a way. Seeing people from a different perspective, experiencing what they did and how they felt. One reminded me why I liked being on the road so much and meeting others. It also made me question a lot of things about back home. I've seen the memory of my friends through the eyes of a third person and it feels... as if I lost part of myself somewhere there along the way. Or myself entirely.
My DEEPEST apologies if this is all too cryptic for you, but even I don't get it. I suppose when I get the answers to it, I'll update you.
Unless you decide to close us up again, then I'll be very cross with you.
May 2023
Dear Pheme,
The fact that I'm able to write anything is astonishing. When I woke up two years ago, I could barely remember my own name. I had none. But I got myself one, so I suppose this can go into the same basket.
In no uncertain terms, I want to express that I hated the academy. Most of the time, I did what was asked, but it was boring for someone like ME. I thrive on meeting people and while many were there, everyone was too stressed out. You should review this isolation-learning-by-force; people don't like feeling caged and it could've ended way worse than you can imagine.
That said- where due is due, those dream things are helpful, in a way. Seeing people from a different perspective, experiencing what they did and how they felt. One reminded me why I liked being on the road so much and meeting others. It also made me question a lot of things about back home. I've seen the memory of my friends through the eyes of a third person and it feels... as if I lost part of myself somewhere there along the way. Or myself entirely.
My DEEPEST apologies if this is all too cryptic for you, but even I don't get it. I suppose when I get the answers to it, I'll update you.
Unless you decide to close us up again, then I'll be very cross with you.
Sincerely yours,
Molly