My Dearest Jennifer
I write to you today almost a free man, soon the doors will open, and i shall once again embrace the clanking of chains and the scrape of rusty doors in the real world.
My last note to you almost feels uplifting in some way, perhaps it is the thought of sand, or swimming in the sea, or a screaming childs face.
The ball and chain becomes lighter with each passing moment, i may wonder, will humanity be the sculptor of it's own demise? or will we chain ourselves up as we do so many others who simply want to make the most of what they have.
It is quiet here, i can almost hear them shuffle in their sleep, it makes the suspense greater and greater. I hope our eventual meeting will be as enlightening as this one way message history we have acquired thus far.
I will see you soon, very soon