Why hello, Lady
So right after I get back from being on the road and wouldn't you know it, the first thing I found waiting for me, besides letters with enclosed tax information, was your letter. And quite the laden response to previously posed quandaries, I must attest. I don't think so many of my questions in a letter have been answered before, at least not that I can remember. I should thank you in that regard as it feels nice to be and have my ideas considered. My dopamine receptors must be... recepting anyway; you know, even despite your putting down my spinach theory by just... replacing it with a better, well known 'actual' drug?

In any event, I'm glad I could help facilitate your own dopamine receptions by providing you with yet another opportunity to receive mail, though as I believe was partially discussed before; or alluded to anyway, I have no real desire to support making your stay less of a hardship by sending money for treats and goodies. First of all, It sounds like you already have a handle on and might be used to the system by now; to which, maybe prison should think of a way to shaking things up, you know, keep you on your toes

and disoriented. Kind of like that one Law officer did a decade or two back, in one of those arid, summer states by putting all the convicts out in tents and pink jumpers. (They all felt humiliation for some reason, if I remember right. Which confuses me, I mean, it's not as if prisoners outside Ireland have so called ... 'rights' or anything, right? Specifically when it comes to what you can wear. They kind of like- make you check those at the door/gates/bars with your outside belongings, as far as I know, don't they? Albeit, I think the main issue they voiced was the pink garb- or maybe it was pink panties they made them wear as standard issue, because it was cheaper on the bottom line. To which,  Pink isn't 'that' bad a color is it? I know I wouldn't take issue with wearing it; not that powder, breast cancer pink, to be clear, I'm more of a magenta, fuchsia, puce pink kind of guy... I suppose I can see their issue, now that I write it out, if it was in fact that powder pink they had to put on.)

Second, it seems like a gross misappropriation of the service I provide, the sending of money, you wouldn't want to take advantage of my friendship and the time I spend watering it would you? Watering is essential for proper blossoming. You don't want to walk on the egg shells in the soil either, you could lacerate your feet skin, albeit your jail callouses are probably fairly built up by now. No worries, I'm sure any given cinder block will help sand the rough spots; big toe knuck's notwithstanding, on account of the awkard angle you'd have to find.

But back to my point, would you send me money if I was asking for help to buy 'my' groceries? Why of course not. That would be silly, right?
Glad you see my point. I hope. Though if you could help me with some monthly credit card payments, I'd be very much in your- Ha. I was almost going to write 'debt.'

Anyway, its a real shame you wont be able to road crew the Rosslyn area. See the Netherlands Carillon bell tower or Nancy Holt's 'Dark Star Park', I guess the celestial powers that be, coupled with the Virginia state prison system just wouldn't allow such an alignment. (Talk about an 'Old Dominion' run by 'Cardinal' law.) It's quite the dissonant chord, if you ask me. (Albeit one I'd like to hear emanate from the bells.) I suppose you'll have to try astro projecting to it. Don't forget a scarf if you do

it's cold out there sailing on the aether.

I don't know about Dark Star Park or earthworks in general; outside my own interest, but apparently these bell towers are quite the unspoken fad. So much so, they often make an appearance at sporadic World's fairs, and are hidden about the country in some of the most unlikely places. I found out there is even one located near Stone Mountain in Georgia.

That's right, Stone Mountain, home to the largest Bas Relief sculpture in the world, at least until or unless Crazy Horse in South Dakota is ever finished. What's kind of funny about the whole business, to me anyway, is Stone Mountain bears the likenesses of Robert E. Lee, President Jefferson Davis, Stonewall Jackson and their horses: Traveller, Blackjack and Little Sorrel, respectively. (A Sorrel is a perennial herb cultivated as a leaf vegetable, but in this instance of the horse's name specifically, it probably refers to 'Sorrel's use as an alternate term for the reddish color of horses typically referred to as 'Chestnut'. So I'm guessing Stonewall's horse was either of a shorter stature or 'off-hued' in coloration; what with the use of the designator 'little'.
Or it was astringent in flavor.
Or exploded over an open fire if not scored; in the case of being an alternate term for 'Chestnut'... in a literal way.
(Probably one of the first two.))

Anyway, to me the Stone Mountain Carillon looks like a giant, iron cross between the new, towering, World Trade center and the ice castle from the film 'Conan the Destroyer.' (But not a: "giant 'Iron cross,' between," but a: "giant, iron, 'cross-between'," to be clear.)

Yeah, Stone Mountain is Confederate, not Nazi; if you didn't know who Robert E. Lee, President Jefferson Davis and Stonewall Jackson were.

Anyhow, back to point, I suppose that's why it's funny to me, the biggest sculpture doesn't belong to like- a figure or example of universal truth or something we can all look to for inspiration, but to several figureheads of the Confederacy; the 'so called' broken capillaries of America's black eye.

Something to think about and reflect upon with whatever perception you may, I suppose. Though I don't like to think about it in terms of it standing as a chiseled out endorsement for slavery, as much as an example and reminder of what humans are capable, both in physically creating and- well... standing up for, I guess. It's ugly, it's beautiful... it's there. And looking at it in those terms, I don't think it should be removed or altered as long as its context can also be somehow attributed to it in a physical way for just as long as the stonework is capable of surviving: Who wants the (hopefully objective) people that come millennia subsequent our deaths thinking we endorsed what those men fought for, or leave them to wonder about it the way we obsess over the mystery of the Sphinx?

Hopefully you find some kind of early release in the near future in the case of the Netherlands Carillon. Knowing the typical lifespan of any give structure is only about half a century, it's entirely possible they might decide to tear it down "Any day now;" as country music singer Ronnie Milsap once sang. ('Lost in the fifties tonight,' is one of the most beautiful ballads I've ever heard, you should see if you can't download that to an MP3 player, should you be in one of those prison facilities that allows such luxuries.) Should it get torn down you'll only be able to see pictures and artist's renditions of it. And that would be a real shame.
I wonder what they'd put up in its place.
Probably some Yugoslavian chimes, if the social justice warrior left continues to have and cry about their way in this country.
Blech... Chimes. They aren't even a country anymore!
Yugoslavia, to be clear.

So, it probably seems kind of soon, but it looks as if I am going to be going on yet another trip here directly. My paternal grandmother is having a knee replaced, so it's back on the road for me and out to snow covered Montana.
I haven't seen Montana under snow in years, so it is bound to bring back a lot of childhood memories and reminiscing. I don't know why, but seeing things under snow seems to cement them in the memory a certain way, it's as if- snow somehow guarantees nostalgia. Albeit, sand and gravel kind of ruin it once it's poured on the roads.

That being explained, I assume you probably don't want it to snow at the prison for that reason specifically. Enough cement in the walls already, as they say, and all that. You probably don't want fall leaves either for the same reason. Autumnal colors being the other seasonal flourish that hardens the memory. Though I'm speaking purely from personal opinion and not psychological phenomena study, to be clear. But I'm sure if you do some of your own reflection, you'd be apt to agree, you know, unless you somehow grew up in a desert prison tent, wearing pink panties before moving to Eugene.

Anyway, I'll try to send some post cards again if possible.

Be well, stay warm and good luck with the calluses.
- Brian

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Brian's Tenth Letter to Bianca (Netherlands Carillon)
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Why hello, Lady
So right after I get back from being on the road and wouldn't you know it, the first thing I found waiting for me, besides letters with enclosed tax information, was your letter. And quite the laden response to previously posed quandaries, I must attest. I don't think so many of my questions in a letter have been answered before, at least not that I can remember. I should thank you in that regard as it feels nice to be and have my ideas considered. My dopamine receptors must be... recepting anyway; you know, even despite your putting down my spinach theory by just... replacing it with a better, well known 'actual' drug?

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