I'm Sorry

Joe-

I'm sorry to have put you and your readers on hold. For a while I had no intention of posting again on this blog. To be honest I was disillusioned by e-mailing with you. Imagine finding out all the things that captivated you when you were growing up were a lie. Imagine being a sports fanatic and historian and finding out that Dustin Pedroia wasn't real. Someone made him up.

Imagine devoting your life to a single, obscure study and finding out that everything you've worked so long to piece together consisted chiefly of miscommunications and bad logic. For several days after our conversation I was depressed. However, your time, my time's "past," is still of great interest to me. Instead of giving up I thought maybe I could learn from you, or your readers, if only through conversation, about how things really were, if you're willing.

It also occurs to me that you could be an invaluable resource. In my time, books are rare. The destruction of trees for paper was long ago deemed unethical. As such, books are a rare commodity. Access to the internet is routed through Psystems. Since I removed my cerebral implant, I am untraceable, a ghost in their system, but as a result, when viewing the cyberscape, it's as if I'm looking through a shattered mirror.

However, I have a direct connection to your blog, and you have the ability to access cyberspace uninhibited. Your interest, your help, and your friendship are all appreciated, Joe. I'm alone in a cold world. And it's nice to have somebody to talk with.

Grateful,


Red5