The Letter I Can't Send
Nah, no bio, thanks. Maybe just tell everyone that they still haven't given me back my copy of Piranesi. I mean, they can keep it -- that’d be fine -- but they've got to talk to me. They were brave for a bit. I saw what they could be and it was beautiful. I wrote that to them in another version of this letter -- a nicer one -- but I can’t send that one either.
I worry for them. I suspect they're not okay. How could they be without lying to themself?
I wish they'd remember how happy they could be and choose it.