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chimney_swiftDear cleanwhiteroom,
I am writing this at 0043, April 15th, 2018 to say thank you. I just finished reading “Out of Many Scattered Things”; I spent all of yesterday reading four hundred pages of “Designations Congruent With Things”, having read the first hundred the night before.
Thank you for the ecologists in OMST. Thank you for Lisa staying on as a lab tech. Thank you for the middle schoolers doing homework inside the Wall. Thank you for the heartbreak that is Mako Mori. Thank you for your overuse of the word “sequelae”--it is a good one. Thank you for Caitlin Lightbridge in all her terrible glory.
I am very sorry that you are no longer here. I tried to find out why you left, but you did a very good job of disappearing. I wish you had used a different quote though, as I was once warned off of Murakami and because of that have not read a single work in his canon. I hope you don’t mind that I read your stories. They made me cry, and they made me upset, and they made me think. And they made me look at the world and the people around me a little differently. I think if you asked me what DCWT was about, I would tell you it was about connections. That the four humans in the story are their own fractured hive mind of sorts, and that we are always, constantly, trying to figure out how to be both individuals and a collective. We just start in a different place than the aliens do. And that I so sincerely hope that the messy, terrible, capitalist-based platforms available on the internet did not overwhelm in a too-horrible way in their attempt to be collective. Sorry--that sentence is too much of a run-on to make sense, but I’m not sure how to change it.
I hope very much that wherever you are, you have small days of joy. Happiness, too; but I hope you find joy, in a Left Hand of Darkness sense of the term. I hope these days are more common than not, but mostly I have decided to have faith that they exist. We all deserve them, the silly falling apart collections of squishiness and space that we are, and that includes you.
You made some beautiful things. I understand if you do not want them anymore, and I apologize if they cause you any kind of distress. I just want you to know that your impact, for me, is positive. That it is, for me, a demonstration of the connections that humans can make, with each other and within themselves.
I doubt this letter will ever reach you, but I think you would like that it was written.
Sincerely,
Chimney Swift
I am writing this at 0043, April 15th, 2018 to say thank you. I just finished reading “Out of Many Scattered Things”; I spent all of yesterday reading four hundred pages of “Designations Congruent With Things”, having read the first hundred the night before.
Thank you for the ecologists in OMST. Thank you for Lisa staying on as a lab tech. Thank you for the middle schoolers doing homework inside the Wall. Thank you for the heartbreak that is Mako Mori. Thank you for your overuse of the word “sequelae”--it is a good one. Thank you for Caitlin Lightbridge in all her terrible glory.
I am very sorry that you are no longer here. I tried to find out why you left, but you did a very good job of disappearing. I wish you had used a different quote though, as I was once warned off of Murakami and because of that have not read a single work in his canon. I hope you don’t mind that I read your stories. They made me cry, and they made me upset, and they made me think. And they made me look at the world and the people around me a little differently. I think if you asked me what DCWT was about, I would tell you it was about connections. That the four humans in the story are their own fractured hive mind of sorts, and that we are always, constantly, trying to figure out how to be both individuals and a collective. We just start in a different place than the aliens do. And that I so sincerely hope that the messy, terrible, capitalist-based platforms available on the internet did not overwhelm in a too-horrible way in their attempt to be collective. Sorry--that sentence is too much of a run-on to make sense, but I’m not sure how to change it.
I hope very much that wherever you are, you have small days of joy. Happiness, too; but I hope you find joy, in a Left Hand of Darkness sense of the term. I hope these days are more common than not, but mostly I have decided to have faith that they exist. We all deserve them, the silly falling apart collections of squishiness and space that we are, and that includes you.
You made some beautiful things. I understand if you do not want them anymore, and I apologize if they cause you any kind of distress. I just want you to know that your impact, for me, is positive. That it is, for me, a demonstration of the connections that humans can make, with each other and within themselves.
I doubt this letter will ever reach you, but I think you would like that it was written.
Sincerely,
Chimney Swift
