A letter from March 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey! Sorry, I realize you are going to think this is embarrassing to look back on; I just wanted to pop in and see how you're doing. I really don't know anything about you. Are you comfortable, are you safe, did you eat something and drink water today, are you making money, and are your bills paid? I don't really know what I am trying to accomplish with this, and I have no idea what is important to you. Have you found a guy? Have you found a place to live? Are you happy? Gosh that sounds pretentious. I have the vaguest idea of what you are like. I'm sure you still remember the quote that I'm gesturing at, but you can't place where it's from. It's The Stranger by Camus, don't try to look for it, it's not worth anything. Is your favorite animals still a sheep? I hope it is. BUT, I've rambled enough, I guess I should think of something to actually write instead of asking questions. I will try not to be pseudo-intellectual, but you know how hard that was for me. I'll keep it brief. Keep making art. I know it's not incentivized, and maybe you've stopped altogether because of a job, but please--for the sake of me if nothing else--make a little bit of art. I only have a certain number of years on this Earth, and you have 5 years less than me. That's completely fine; it's something we can't change, and just need to accept. So in that time please just make yourself as happy as you can possibly be. Make games, draw, make music even though you aren't good at it. Just please don't live a boring live working 9-5. Don't let capitalism win. Thank you for keeping on choogling, I hope I meet you some day, Lilith Daly