Untidy Towns

Unread Letter Days (9)


Dear Imagination,

Everyone goes on and on about how you’re such a good companion, but I know your secrets. Sure, you’re awesome to have around. I love your ideas and your colors and the way you see the world. I can’t get enough of the creativity that springs from your touch. The rest I could do without, maybe. I don’t know, I go back and forth about it. I’ve spent all week in another world, every moment from waking to work, work to sleep. Sometimes it’s hard to make sense of what’s real and what’s not, and I don’t know enough about what causes this to stop it. I just know that a lot of it comes from you, Imagination, and if I didn’t have so many constantly running fountains I probably would be able to see everything for what it really is. I wouldn’t be alone in my car with company, I wouldn’t spend so much time playing through other lives while trying to live my own. I defeated this once a long time ago but I’ve got a lot of time to think and feel lonely these days. Maybe that’s where your dark side thrives the most and maybe that’s why it’s harder to resist. I don’t know. The point is that I appreciate the good that everyone else sees in you, but I want you to know I also see the bad. Maybe it’ll give you some comfort to know that there are people out there who understand how you’re for and against them and your efforts aren’t going unnoticed. Maybe this will make you try harder to corrupt my sense of reality, but please don’t. There are some things I want to keep.