🔤y dear Issac,you never showed up and now after looking at the newspaper I understand why. I don’t imagine you’ll receive this letter, But i nonetheless must send it.

Isaac, oh isaac.

I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you, and I will always miss you but I cannot live like that, and seems you cannot live any other way.

When I’m with you, the world makes sense, but when we’re apart I see that your world is clearly not a World in which one can escape. I am so sorry, for everything long ago and for starting up that business again.