Friday again. How are you doing? Last Sunday I went to a town called Eton to buy Christmas presents. I wandered about and found an old church with 18th century graves, though the entrance was hidden. The trains in England run very slow and delay often — going somewhere ten miles can take over an hour.
I’ve mostly been studying, per usual. Are you doing the same there? Are you doing well?
I got you a present. It’s a little cliched, but I think there is meaning in it. This is every song I’ve associated with you since 2016, in approximate order since then. So, then, you mustn’t mind the nightcore. Music kept me from suicide. It’s more articulate than I am, so you will likely hear something more profound than I can write out. https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDCphRmLROEA3YADcOfD-mgtlJcb-WizO&si=h394ul0yMf_qo0t8
It’s late at night now. You’re about out of school. I wonder if you’re afraid to go home. I hope you are not. But perhaps that’s naive. Stay safe. I love you.
With love,
Alice