A letter from June 3rd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Alright it is 2020. The world is crashing. It wasn't built on a sturdy [healthy] foundation. It was bound to crumble, but I guess I always assumed it would be like a reverse Jenga situation, where pieces from the surface were carefully chipped away and the base was slowly stabilized. Part of me knew it wouldn't work like that though- that irl we were playing Jenga the regular way, just waiting for it all to come tumbling down, and you can't play Jenga forwards and reverse at the same time. I'm doing my best to help. I was going to the food bank for a while- I wonder if you remember Amira, who mastered the art of telling people what to do and when they're doing things wrong without making them feel bad, and who never had the chance to learn my name but called me Baby and never forgot to say thank you. Or Chris, clearly driven at everything and needed something to drive him. Or Jason, who was (surprisingly) 30 years old, and quite enjoyed his wide array of misadventures with men who never seemed to treat him right. The focus changed, I did the phone bank today. I don't know what else I'll do- I don't have a plan (yet)- but I'll do something else, hopefully. Protests and rallies are difficult during a pandemic, but the guilt from not showing up there is eating me alive. On a different note, I wonder what your stances are now on drugs. https://psychonautwiki.org/wiki/Geometry Here are my levels so far: 1. the inside of my head feels bigger and my thoughts are smaller in comparison, so they have a lot more room to swim around in there 2. my tongue was cut off. it’s still sitting in my mouth, but it’s not attached anymore so i can’t really speak 3. everything i hear echoes 4. everything i see echoes We decided I've hit level 3 geometry I think. Level 4 is Terminal 7, so I guess you may already know what Terminal 7 is like. Do you still smoke? I don't know for sure what the younger me would think of me now. I think she wouldn't appreciate my love for being high the way I appreciate it now, but I don't think she'd be disappointed in my habits. I guess I won't know for sure, so I'll tell you now. I won't be disappointed in you, as long as you don't make excuses for laziness. But maybe my obsession with laziness is something to work on, as well. Best of luck! I am jealous of the state of the world in which you live, because this one is surely ****.