Dear Future Me,

Still feeling weird with having a name, but as has been with my whole life, I’m fascinated whenever anyone actually says my name to me. Whichever future version of me is reading this back, I want you to know that, yes, I realise how fucking weird I am…

Hi,

The experiment has started.

Everything now feels strange. Really fucking strange.

Approaching the world as though I’m living in a simulation has left me with question after question.

Dear Miss Lee,

The more I think and I ponder and I question the purpose of purpose, the more convinced I am that the idea we might be living in a simulation isn’t as far out there as I had once considered it to be. I don’t have any proof or anything…

Dear Miss Lee…It’s been far longer than I’d have hoped before I wrote to you again, however I’ve spent the better part of this year stuck on a question that I just can’t find a reasonable answer to. Nor, for that matter, can anyone I ask. I hope by the time you’ve read this, whichever version you are, we’ve…

Dear Miss Lee of 12 months from now,

Happy Birthday! I sincerely wish that this day, like every other day, is the best day you’ve ever had, and the least best day of the rest of your life. I hope it’s filled with cake and peanut butter, laughs with beautiful humans, and I hope you’re…