Letter, 7/24/1934
(OOC: this is supposed to wind up in Lilly's hands)
I don't know what to write for this. The very fact I held an entire conversation with Rolf and was informed that no I wasn't insane is enough for me to know something's strange. What's it like in the future, I wonder. Are the rich kids as obnoxious and self-centered as they are this year? Do they spend more time glaring at each other than attempting to help each other and get along? Or are they actually tolerable? I suppose I shouldn't just ask the void, since when it starts responding I'll know it's time to lay off the... well, anything. Coca Cola, I suppose.
My music instructor that Great Aunt has insisted I have is teaching La Danse Macabre. Honestly, I'd rather be playing Cotton Eyed Joe, but that's apparently uncivilized. According to all of high society, I had no civilization prior to being taken in. Joe says that I should try to make friends, but I wonder why when none of them try in return.
At some point, I'm going to have to decide whether to return to my allegedly heathen roots or to embrace this opportunity. I want both, but everyone else seems to be making it a decision between the two.
I should quit bending your ear, whoever picks this up. A happy face is more important, after all. May your day be happy and light.
Abigail O'Connor
I don't know what to write for this. The very fact I held an entire conversation with Rolf and was informed that no I wasn't insane is enough for me to know something's strange. What's it like in the future, I wonder. Are the rich kids as obnoxious and self-centered as they are this year? Do they spend more time glaring at each other than attempting to help each other and get along? Or are they actually tolerable? I suppose I shouldn't just ask the void, since when it starts responding I'll know it's time to lay off the... well, anything. Coca Cola, I suppose.
My music instructor that Great Aunt has insisted I have is teaching La Danse Macabre. Honestly, I'd rather be playing Cotton Eyed Joe, but that's apparently uncivilized. According to all of high society, I had no civilization prior to being taken in. Joe says that I should try to make friends, but I wonder why when none of them try in return.
At some point, I'm going to have to decide whether to return to my allegedly heathen roots or to embrace this opportunity. I want both, but everyone else seems to be making it a decision between the two.
I should quit bending your ear, whoever picks this up. A happy face is more important, after all. May your day be happy and light.
Abigail O'Connor