14th March 2012
Dear Mr Warren,
The fullness of the human mind sends me into delirium, a profound anxiety overwhelms me. These four walls are all that is, where the boundary of one’s understanding is invisible because it is the boundary. But it’s futile to speak of boundaries in the singular, wouldn’t you agree? I am too old to make that mistake, and too young to care. I enjoy throwing away rubbish. I never fret in case something might get lost. Perhaps I’m a nihilist? Not that it matters.
Sincerely,
The Abministrator