Hello, Bianca,

I just got home and I’m playing catch-up with the mail since I didn’t take any of my typical letter writing materials with me for the sake of trying to catch up with my reading.

So, I got your ‘prison postcard’ and my only question is why you are going to such great lengths to show me up? It’s obvious I’ll never be able to construct a more earth conscientious piece of message dissemination. So… I suppose you win… For now, anyway. I just realized you could quite easily eat/destroy such messages if there was ever the need to quickly choke down/out any conniving on paper you were plotting. You must have gotten that from a Thomas Harris book.

I was a little let down you were so… judgmental of my food/drug contemplation. I was also completely surprised 

to read you think the cockroach your spirit animal. What about whatever bird you said could be heard outside the window of your cell? I'd say that counts. It could have been a White-breasted Nuthatch or even a Tufted Titmouse, both are native to Virginia and have unique names. Maybe hold out for an imported Eurasian Magpie though, what with your… having the time. They are said to be some of the smartest nonhumans on the planet. Personally, I think it’s the Cuckoos practicing ‘Brood-parasitism’ that should receive that honor. They reap their roe in the nests of other birds, who often then raise the ersatz eggs thinking they’re their own.

Cuckoos also live in clocks. What’s not to love about that?

Instead of using their brain to cut food into proper portions for theirs and a parasite youth, I’m surprised the Magpie doesn’t emulate the Cuckoo, disseminating the workload of parenting in the same manner… or is it ‘delegating?’ 

Then again, pragmatism is an American philosophy, the Eurasian Magpie is… European and children do often come up lacking any so-called, conceptual ‘Cash Value.'

Perhaps morals are a direct consequence of the Eurasian Magpie being the only bird known to recognize its own reflection. Though such an ability would lead me to believe the Magpie also capable of recognizing a deception as dubious as a different bird’s egg placed amidst its clutch. Imagine if the Magpie gave in to the same pragmatic American devices as a response –placing on hold its own ‘intellect-derived’ morals and sense of duty toward its brood and the greater good all for the sake of shifting its focus toward rectifying the damage done to its pride and ego–  I could see how –as a direct response of retribution, after a light amount of detective work– the bird might not only be capable of returning said freeloading egg to the offending Cuckoo’s… timepiece, but –and here’s the cherry on the banana sundae– also leave behind one of its own, thereby “out foxing the ‘so-called’ Fox… Sparrow,” as it were; most likely of the ‘Thick Billed’ (megahyncha) variety… of the Fox Sparrow that is, to be clear, who –as it turns out– naturally, is quite the talker… I’m assuming.

I suppose I’m just fascinated by the idea of making someone else do work for you, but without their even/ever realizing. It also makes me wonder what work I might be doing for someone else.

Oh, here’s a possibility-provoking prospect I… propagated you may find of note. Assuming prison-in-general is of pretty dour leanings, at least from an aesthetic point of view –and it’s hard to imagine it isn’t– it’s too bad there aren't sculptures or art pieces specifically installed in prisons only. 

To say, what if some high profile artist shifted focus to generating work only people in the joint would have the ability to see? As if the artist’s work became geared around recognizing an individual’s segregation from the rest of society. As in: you (the prisoner) can’t see art in the outside world, but the outside world also can’t see art you (the prisoner) can.

Then again, maybe such a thing has been done and I’m way off creative base in my brainstorming.

But… here’s a twist, maybe the Art also shifts in appearance, specifically when prisoners wouldn’t be able to view it, as if the work was also purposed to recognize there are people –i.e. guards– who see prison life, but who also function in the very society prisoners are cast away from.

I wonder where Richard Serra and Mark Di Suvero would be in such cases. On the other hand, perhaps the whole thing is a bad idea. I wouldn’t want them being indirect accomplices to the crucifixion or lynching that might occur on their pieces, should some inner prison gang dispute or show of power break out.

But, then again… again, as you obviously know; considering your usage of toilet paper as parchment for correspondence, that’s the sort of graphic happenstance that’s only ever realized among the bloody, gastronomy filled pages of Thomas Harris novels.

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-Brian

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Brian's 11th Letter to Bianca (Spirit Animals)
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Hello, Bianca,

I just got home and I’m playing catch-up with the mail since I didn’t take any of my typical letter writing materials with me for the sake of trying to catch up with my reading.

So, I got your ‘prison postcard’ and my only question is why you are going to such great lengths to show me up? It’s obvious I’ll never be able to construct a more earth conscientious piece of message dissemination. So… I suppose you win… For now, anyway. I just realized you could quite easily eat/destroy such messages if there was ever the need to quickly choke down/out any conniving on paper you were plotting. You must have gotten that from a T...

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