"Dear Stranger,
Ok. This is the fifth time I've started a letter to you. Let's hope I make it past four lines this time. Currently, I'm seated at my wooden rolltop desk, surrounded by crumpled up balls of paper, and my little portable radio. It's set to 90.9, which is the classical music station out here in nowheresville.
A rather long pause has occurred between these two paragraphs. I stopped to turn the radio to 88.5, which is our local NPR station. They're currently talking about a beachtown in Maryland that is losing money because of its parking meter system. I'm sure you love to hear all about that, but I digress.
Did you know that the three top activities in a human life are work, sleep, watch T.V.? Television is the #1 past time of the civilized world, but it's slowly losing this championship to the internet. The very word “media” is changing its definition. That is why I'm very glad to be writing this letter. Some things deserve to stay a way of life. Letter writing gives you a sense of intimacy, of love and commitment to a person.
And that is where I've been writing to. To tell you that I love, that I care about you, and that it will be alright. Everything will always be alright.
I love you.
The Lost Stranger"
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