View from Here

Hello Future Grey, Isn't interesting that in two years time, you will be receiving this little missive to remind you of the first days. I do hope everything is going (or rather, from my view, going to be) well and quite within the paradigm. Which reminds me, you have found a paradigm, right? You've found that dream worth living for? Well, staggering mischance nonetheless, I'm certain you have. Remember, we both lost our past and thought you'd never exist, so treasure that. How are the boys? Still hanging out with the gents for coffee and karaoke, or have things disintegrated? What about Sam? I bet you know the answer to that little enigma, or are about to figure one out. Hey, life's moving on you know, best to be about it. heh. before the parade passes by. Consider this a yell from the past to never be this destitute again. I'm certain you've made great strides to stabilize and improve on your situation, family problems be damned. I'm absolutely certain you know exactly what I will do at my grandfather's funeral, even though I don't. I wish you'd tell me. It might be nice to know--at least then I could go ahead and do it anyway. Destiny, they say, is a cold and bitter mistress. Have you forgotten? Will you have forgotten? I bet you will have and have already. Interesting, the funny thing about memory is when it isn't, no? Have you become the best that I thought I'd become? Are you a boy pulled out of interruption and back online with life? I hope you are. I've worked so hard to come up from the spiral to know that it was all worthless. I'm certain it won't be. After all, you are me, and I know I don't give up without a certain amount of fighting. Survival, they say. Heh. Dogged pursuit of living. Have tears still darkened your nights, and do the could voices of 4 AM thoughts still plague you with their incessant nagging? Have you stood against the dark you know you hold and told it to get bent? I bet you have. Anything else is just too pitiful to consider. And you are not pitiful, and never have been. Looking around me now, I see at least a place that keeps the rain off my head, a job that pays the bills, and friends that keep me entertained. It's spare and monklike living, but it's progress I've etched out by myself--for you. So I hope you enjoy it. I wonder if you are just as monklike as I am, or if you'll have shed that skin like all the others we've worn in the past. I wonder--but then, one always wonders at the future that only you will know. You are in quantum, certain, and when you read this, I will be certainly quantum. So remember me well, or not at all--but don't tell anyone about me, let's just keep this a little secret between us boys. And remember: The biggest lies we ever tell are always to ourselves. Be seeing you, C. Grey