A letter from Aug 17th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Jesus ******* christ. The year is 2021, part of the world is on fire, the other is flooded, the taliban has overthrown the afghani government and I haven’t even gotten to the delta variant. I’ve been working like a ******* clown, I’m this close to rage quitting my job at rescue to become a freelance designee and illustrator and I may or may not go to Japan to do a month and a half residency to work on a children’s book. Osvaldo and I are debating selling the property in Sydro to go move to Barcelona and love out the remainder of the good years before mad max workd settles in. I hope this note finds you…well