dear mom,
camp is swell. i know in my first letter i said the kids were really mean to me and that i wanted to go home, but i have changed my mind. how are things back home? the sky is really pretty here. i wish you could be here with me sometimes at night. lying under a swirling haze of azure wonder. i spend my nights under the stars and wake up unwittingly offering myself to the dandelions and bees.
i hope all of our friends are doing well. i had a dream last night that the whole city had been accidentally eradicated by an ancient alien race. have you ever thought of that? it just takes one asshole getting his coordinates wrong and we would be nothing but a faint glimmer in the eye of memory. oh well, c’est la vie, non?
hope you dont miss me too much!
see you in september!
love,
chuck
ps: i am caught between what i feel myself becoming and what i truly wish to be.
