Dear Allyn, aged sixteen, In many ways, you and I are strangers. The passage of twenty years will do that, making strangers of even the closest of friends, and you and I are closer than friends, family, even brothers. You are me at sixteen, I am you at thirty-six. Twenty years. You may find itContinue reading “On a Letter to Myself, Aged Sixteen”
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On Messages to the Past
Last week at work I was given the latest issue of Titan’s Torchwood magazine. It sat on my desk, and yesterday evening I shoved it into my BPRD bag on my way out of the office, for something to read on the commute home. Flipping through the magazine, I read about a book called DearContinue reading “On Messages to the Past”