Happy February! It is very quintessentially February right now. It is raining and windy, but with the undercurrent of green. It snowed a few days ago, but only for a little bit, and it didn’t stick. Has it snowed at all this winter back home? It usually does once or twice.
I have not done much these past few days since I’ve gotten a fever. Other than that, mostly work. I am very dull with nothing to do. The most interesting things I’ve done are doodled and played Undertale (again). What have you been doing? Are you still doing dance and violin? You didn’t care for either of them if I remember correctly, so I hope you are not.
I’ve been accepted to two English colleges. I hate that I will be in another European country before I am in Eugene again. It makes me too sad for comfort. Mom thinks I don’t need a driver’s license since it’ll be useless in Europe (with all the trains), but I would like to drive down there without having to wait for her to want to. We don’t have enough money. Enough for Greece, but not for Eugene; not interesting enough to be worth it, sigh. It’s been so long. I am there in spirit, haunting the Townshend’s.
I dislike pondering the great tragedy of this. There was no hamartia to make us deserving. Perhaps only faultless ignorance. Whoever would have guessed?… The summer of 2016 I spend most of my time pretending to be Aphmau characters on Minecraft servers and writing Warrior Cats fanfiction. I am too tired to seek the adventure I sought therein now. I wonder sometimes if there was any hint there of what was going to happen; I would have lacked enough foresight to ever have seen it. But considering preventions is more of the audience’s role in a tragic play than the characters’. They keep going forward to the end. Good afternoon, Soren, I hope you are doing something nice as I write this.
With love,
Alice
P.S Most of what I’ve written down has been at least partly incomprehensible since I’ve gotten sick, and I’ve never noticed until later. Forgive me if that applies here.