Strange, to think of you, far from the desperation of our home town, established in your second city. Your PhD in cryptology, an amusing extension of the games we used to play.
Now, resigned to the human team, we are much crueler and hide behind excuses, fears. Every interaction coded in human deception – at times unintentional, but painfully near.
And of course, I wonder about this longing, this desperate need to connect.
Perhaps, if I find a way to articulate the hours I spend wondering, you in turn can find the cipher and unlock the obsession that is haunting me.
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oops...I should note that the opening line is clearly stolen from Allen Ginsberg, and although I wish it were mine, I suppose that nothing I articulate has not been borrowed
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