Farewell with comeback
Today I lost control of the account I use to write these letters. I forgot my password for that account. And for a brief moment I felt a moment of panic.
And it’s funny because for you, maybe there is not so much difference between a three month silence and no more letters forever.
Not that you care about me, but… how will you know when I’m dead?
And even if you know I’m not dead, what’s the difference of “I don’t want to speak to you”, “I have nothing to say”, “I’m to busy”, “I’m mad at you”.
If we had a direct communication, what would mean for you if I switched it off?
And yes. That Jane is why I chose the name I use for you.
This is part of a series of letters. This is my more recent letter so far.