Dear ____________,

Why don’t you build a town in the fluid between your scalp and skull, suspend it there like those tiny snow globe villages, and each time you’d nod the whole place would raise up, awaken the dormant pale ground cover and fling it around, the windows aglow and giving off that sense of warmth that we all believe in, we do. Why? Would you call it Camus?

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