Hi Brian,

I can't help but notice its been quite some time since sending my letter and I've yet to get a response from you. You aren't like- 'ignoring' me are you?

That's not very nice.

Hey, did you pull together enough gumption to send off the letter I composed for the Vanity Fair editor?

Writing something is easy enough, it's the whole 'sending it out for the world to see' that's the hard part.

I haven't received anything from them on my end, so I suppose I'm just going to go on ahead and assume you didn't actually send it.

I mean, on the one hand... perhaps you did, I can imagine it's well within your so called 'wheel house' to do so without including my return address; sending along your own instead so it was up to 'you' to keep me in the loop, but on the other, it's not that great of a magazine and they probably aren't so inclined as to actually showcase a letter arguing that, regardless it's legitimate grounds or what they may or may not consider desirable for their format of presentation.

That’s not to say mine letter was... 'desirable' that is.

Sneaky as I imagine you are, should the hand in question be the former; probably my left, you have to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on me. In a literal sense, we are woken up for breakfast

surprisingly early, but in the intellectual sense of the idiom, you have to get up pretty early to pull one over on me thanks to all the posturing and positioning I've... learned and am learning amidst this jungle of concrete, bars, steel grate covered windows and morning breakfast grits.

You know I never knew what hominy was until I was introduced to grits, and I never knew what grits were until I ventured out east to the south.

(Though how Virginia is considered by some to be a part of the south is still confusing.)

But back to me explaining how not only am I studied like a wild animal in a zoo, but how as that wild animal I am also studying what goes on amidst the other wild animals, I will admit, it was hard at first to understand my overall role in the so called narrative- but the trick in identifying the overall picture is pick up on the repetition. You see, the tactics may change, but the end results... well, regardless the myriad of various outcomes, I'm finding they're surprisingly always the same in their own way. The trick is being able to understand what you are observing and in turn transmuting it through contemplation of what's being observed into what's typically called 'context.' Once you've done that, all you have to do is pick up on the ends, even if you don't see the means.

That's this caged jungle cat's hypothesis anyhow.

You stare at the ends long enough; which could be anything, and those means are gonna fall right into place.

Which brings me to you.

What are your ends?

For instance, for someone claiming they aren't 'new-agey' you sure seem to know and write a lot about the sorts of topics that are.

Pretty passionately too, I might add.

But following my previously stated thread of thought, what was the point of you even doing that?

On the surface it's as if you are just trying to be funny. But if you dig a little deeper, observe the ends, regardless the means, it seems as if you might have some inclination towards teaching what you think you might know while also advancing for further consideration that which you actually don't through its presentation via quandary.

You aren't a Taurus are you? Not that I’m teaching, but Taurus's like to teach. I'm going to lay down odds you're a Taurus.

You know you hide the bull headiness well with your subject matter, but like I 'wrote' about the means and the ends and repetition.

You may not see the ends, but it's your commitment to the staggering lengths of the letters

and time you invest in the art that gives you away.

That's the bull of it.

...Now to figure on the aim.

I suppose we can come back to that at a later time. (There's only so much I want to write in a single letter you might very well ignore anyhow.)

Kisses!

Bianca

Oh, by the way, Just in case you were wondering, I like my grits with maple syrup or sugar…

I'm not southern... so I don't do butter or salt on what might as well be Malt o' Meal.

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Hi Brian,

I can't help but notice its been quite some time since sending my letter and I've yet to get a response from you. You aren't like- 'ignoring' me are you?

That's not very nice.

Hey, did you pull together enough gumption to send off the letter I composed for the Vanity Fair editor?

Writing something is easy enough, it's the whole 'sending it out for the world to see' that's the hard part.

I haven't received anything from them on my end, so I suppose I'm just going to go on ahead and assume you didn't actually send it.

I mean, on the one hand... perhaps you did, I can imagine i...

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