(Not the glass shards one)
Dear,
I'm awake thinking about men who used to stroll around with monocles, curved umbrellas and basset hounds. And what big ideas they saw for the world. And how modernity came like a landslide, and toppled everything they knew. And with what humility and awe a 90-something Roma survivor must feel as he enters the corner tlaperia that is his only unchanged childhood memory.
This is NOT good for robotic computation.
Thank you for being my storytelling friend. I like you. You make me care about the world around me a little more. You ignite my imagination.
Con cariño,
Alicia
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