.frankfurt. 2009.to whom it may concern,
yes, i'm writing to you again. how are you doing? i don't care to know how you are really, but they say that's what you're supposed to ask at the beginning of a letter or conversation. this isn't a conversation though; conversations involve two voices. things have changed since we last spoke. i've noticed some interesting developments in you as well. there is a fine line that lies between whether these developments are positive or negative, however. of course you know that your wretched faults remain. they are unchanged and repentance is pending. 'wretched' might even be an understatement. you're notorious for those, aren't you? i was taught the benefits of hyperbole and meiosis from observing you. many things remain pending, dear. be proactive- things don't just happen. we're all waiting patiently. be careful- even patience has a threshold. they asked and insisted and persisted, so i gave them some facts. i thought they were facts anyway. with you though, like those developments, facts hover over a thin line, teetering and tottering between vrai and faux. yesterday's fact is tomorrows fiction, today's letter is next weeks e-mail and this minute is 2 o'clock's quarter to 3. do you follow? if you say no, i'll take that as a yes. please don't say yes. i hope you don't mind that i'd like to address the lists that you wrote. i'm going to go ahead and address them, alright? ready? well, i know it is sensitive, but 3-6 are impossible, outrageous, preposterous. how do you get the audacity to request such things? you must be out of your mind, sweetheart. 7 and 8 are doable. it's really a matter of whether myself or the others will be willing to comply. if i have the time i'll campaign for your cause, but don't count on it. i should be honest- it's likely that i'll do laundry when i have time. but 9-14 are...you know what? they aren't even worth addressing. excuse my request to address the lists, i think i was still under the impression that they deserved or required analysis. but, they should be crumpled up and tossed, just like you crumple up and toss opportunities as they come your way. speaking of ways, by the way, nobody sends their best. in fact, nobody sends anything. i asked them to pretend, but they're unwilling. they told me not to tell you that, but when someone says 'don't tell' they really mean 'please tell.' isn't that so? well, i think that's all for now. don't forget to water the seeds or else springtime will be quite dull, just like the previous season or two.
i suppose i could pretend to send my best, since nobody else will.
best (that's a hyperbole),
dina
yes, i'm writing to you again. how are you doing? i don't care to know how you are really, but they say that's what you're supposed to ask at the beginning of a letter or conversation. this isn't a conversation though; conversations involve two voices. things have changed since we last spoke. i've noticed some interesting developments in you as well. there is a fine line that lies between whether these developments are positive or negative, however. of course you know that your wretched faults remain. they are unchanged and repentance is pending. 'wretched' might even be an understatement. you're notorious for those, aren't you? i was taught the benefits of hyperbole and meiosis from observing you. many things remain pending, dear. be proactive- things don't just happen. we're all waiting patiently. be careful- even patience has a threshold. they asked and insisted and persisted, so i gave them some facts. i thought they were facts anyway. with you though, like those developments, facts hover over a thin line, teetering and tottering between vrai and faux. yesterday's fact is tomorrows fiction, today's letter is next weeks e-mail and this minute is 2 o'clock's quarter to 3. do you follow? if you say no, i'll take that as a yes. please don't say yes. i hope you don't mind that i'd like to address the lists that you wrote. i'm going to go ahead and address them, alright? ready? well, i know it is sensitive, but 3-6 are impossible, outrageous, preposterous. how do you get the audacity to request such things? you must be out of your mind, sweetheart. 7 and 8 are doable. it's really a matter of whether myself or the others will be willing to comply. if i have the time i'll campaign for your cause, but don't count on it. i should be honest- it's likely that i'll do laundry when i have time. but 9-14 are...you know what? they aren't even worth addressing. excuse my request to address the lists, i think i was still under the impression that they deserved or required analysis. but, they should be crumpled up and tossed, just like you crumple up and toss opportunities as they come your way. speaking of ways, by the way, nobody sends their best. in fact, nobody sends anything. i asked them to pretend, but they're unwilling. they told me not to tell you that, but when someone says 'don't tell' they really mean 'please tell.' isn't that so? well, i think that's all for now. don't forget to water the seeds or else springtime will be quite dull, just like the previous season or two.
i suppose i could pretend to send my best, since nobody else will.
best (that's a hyperbole),
dina
