Dear Sir,
In the past, I authored a missive. Before my quill grazed the parchment, the sheet lamented that it was fated to carry words instead of an artist’s brush strokes. The ink conveyed its dismay at being drained from its vessel to shape letters, despite its aspiration to be used in numerical representation. The envelope expressed sorrow that it was destined to be fastened and dispatched, contrary to its wish to accumulate dust over time.
I chronicled my journey through the light-railway system departing from Dublin Airport to the heart of the city. The paper, ink, and envelope, ceased being objects of concern post their initial lamentations. – Yours sincerely,
Liam Finn,
Located at Ashtown,
Dublin County.