I write these words....

I write these italicized words from the future, after it all went down, after all the events and all my weaknesses played out, plus my one strength, and after the writing of all of it.

I add these words just before this year come to an end and if I’ll be unable to say anything more to you; these are the last words I’ll write.

Someone once called writing “the spooky art” and that is very apt, for many reasons, but for me it has to do with you, the personal you. You. You are a very spooky entity to me.

You are spooky because you mean everything to me, yet I know nothing about you except that you are right now reading these words.

Do you understand the bond I feel with you, the depth of it? I am giving you a lot but you are no less returning that: I speak of your time and of your attention, the two most valuable things you have to give. Thank you for that.
You must understand something: I don’t fear that you think me a fool, nor do I fear that you don’t like me.

I only fear that you won’t care. Don’t care What Happens Next. Don’t care what I’ve written on the pages you have not yet read.

To put it another way: I have chronic tinnitus, ringing in the ear. Sometimes the ringing is so loud – like a siren going by – that I can’t believe everyone can’t hear it. I fear that this email is like that.

That’s my fear right now as I write these last words to you this year….