Anonymous Coward · 26d
Hello there, Silver Girl. If you allow me, I must say I’m delighted by your answers and by your self-consciousness. Are you also the type of girl who’s afraid to be kept in a cage? It’s a very comforting movie, I’d say. I now see why that’s your favorite, and I think I can relate a lot to Varjak. A guy who, when in love, would follow the object of his affection around without questioning it. Do you think you’d run away from love if it were meant to imprison you? I don’t think I would, and that’s my honestest opinion, as you required. There are a lot of songs I love to the bone, but since I never play around when it comes to music, or my honesty, I’d have to answer “Something to Believe In,” by Aqualung. I won’t explain that choice, but I have the feeling that through the lyrics you’ll be able to read me well, as I hope to have read you through yours. I wouldn’t describe myself as someone who grew up under the lights. Maybe that’s why Fallen Angels feels like a distant adventure to me. Actually, I’m more of a mountain-region, cold-weather, old-castles kind of guy. Not by choice, just to be clear, but I’d say my family suits me. Even after I’ve moved out of my home country, I still prefer places where the clouds are always heavy. Too attached, perhaps? But I’ve been in NYC far too often, and the lights and the movement are, for sure, something to fall in love with. Have you ever been to Tokyo, Nora? That’s another crowded city of lights that I think you’d appreciate just as I did, since I’ve noticed you have a sharp eye. I can’t deny I also feel like I’m writing you a letter. Maybe the books I’ve been reading recently gave me that inspiration. Or maybe I just wanna know more about you. Would you deem me guilty of it?
Since you named me Stranger, I must embrace this code name. That way you’ll know it’s me, as I know it’s you. I hope my letter finds you well, Silver Girl. I’ll be waiting for your answer, as usual.
— Stranger
Stranger! Hello again. As I'm writing back to you, the clock marks exactly 03:03 a.m. I just made a wish, but I can't tell you what I wished for, or else it won't come true, and I very much hope it does. You know, when I was very young, still only a child, my father and I would lie in the garden of our house while he set up small traps with birdseed to lure the birds closer so we could observe them. They would fall for the trap, and then my father would open the cage almost immediately, letting them fly free again. He used to say that you could never put something wild in a cage, that such things are meant to be free. It changed something in my brain chemistry. I like things to be free, stranger. So, yes, I'm terribly afraid of being kept behind a barrier where no one opens the door, nor appreciates my way of living for what it is. I wouldn't say I run from love, though. I think real, real love is freedom. So, if I feel imprisoned, then perhaps I shouldn't be occupying that space in the first place. Does that makes any sense to you? I hope so. I just listened to your song, by the way. I feel like it isn't difficult to create fragments of who you are in my head, yet I, at the same time, feel like there are some things about you that will simply never be said. You try hard, and you try your best. A friend of mine, a long time ago, said that to get through the hard days, we had to take "ant steps", always carrying a little piece of a leaf as motivation, fueled by the hope that something better awaited us at the next stop on the road. What would your leaf be? I'm really curious to know. I don't know if I've been coming across as an American — I think I'd kill myself if I were — but my hometown also feels like heavy clouds, and endless thunderstorms. The thing is, I'm just like a moth, drawn to the light in a way that burns. That being said, I'd love to be properly introduced to Japan. You know what they say about everything happening in New York? In my opinion, everything is actually happening in Tokyo, but maybe I only feel that way because I'm not there.
I'd probably find you guilty, stranger... but I think I'd let you appeal. Would you grant me the pleasure of going through your most recent books? I want to know what your mind echoes right now, and perchance, how much of your effort comes from literature, and how much from your desire to know me. Until we meet again, take care!
