The Machine

Hey, man.

I wasn’t sure exactly how to start this. I needed to write this letter—the details are such that they have to be written down—but I’m not much of a prose stylist, so you’ll just have to bear with me. And I do hope you’ll forgive this; I know it’s a bit out of the blue. Anyway, this’ll be a bit long so take your time: kick your feet up, grab a beer, relax. Now, for this one to make sense, you’ll need some context.

So, what’ve I been up to since college? Well, you’d be surprised how pale I’ve become; I really don’t get out enough. Too much time spent in front of my computer, an occupational hazard I suppose. I