Dear Jingle,
It’s Ree again. I’m having a bit of an existential crisis and I was hoping you might be able to help.
You see, ever since I caught this flight to Gont a month ago I can’t help but feel that everything from... before getting on the plane wasn’t real. That I was simply called into existence so I could decorate my house according to someone else’s preplanned designs and fill my storage with an odd assortment of art, fossils, and snowflakes. The other residents here keep talking about a Roriander who I have never met.
I know this sounds crazy, but do you ever get the feeling you only exist to fulfil some predetermined role, that you might exist for a day then simply cease to exist until you are needed again? I know, it’s silly. Perhaps I’ve just been spending too much time talking to snowboys.
Please write back soon. I know you’re busy but I thought maybe you’d understand.
With love,
Ree of Gont
It’s Ree again. I’m having a bit of an existential crisis and I was hoping you might be able to help.
You see, ever since I caught this flight to Gont a month ago I can’t help but feel that everything from... before getting on the plane wasn’t real. That I was simply called into existence so I could decorate my house according to someone else’s preplanned designs and fill my storage with an odd assortment of art, fossils, and snowflakes. The other residents here keep talking about a Roriander who I have never met.
I know this sounds crazy, but do you ever get the feeling you only exist to fulfil some predetermined role, that you might exist for a day then simply cease to exist until you are needed again? I know, it’s silly. Perhaps I’ve just been spending too much time talking to snowboys.
Please write back soon. I know you’re busy but I thought maybe you’d understand.
With love,
Ree of Gont