“Dear Wildflower, how are you? I hope this letter finds you in good standing. Today I sat atop the tower and I looked over at the sea. I thought ‘wow, I’m so blessed. I have all these things.’ Still I did not feel like it was enough. I’ve been like this for quite some time. Please, write to me soon. Your friend, your correspondent.”
“Dear Correspondent, I am good. Today I went to the market and sold well. I love this little town no matter how quaint. I watch the same vendors bicker all day and I never grow tired of it… About your situation, I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe you need to leave that tower and explore the world like me. It will broaden your mind.”
“Dear Wildflower, I’m glad to see you are doing well. Your town sounds a lot better than this tower. I think I’ve made my mind up. I’m going to leave the comfort zone of my precious tower and travel the world. I have the funds to do it after all.”
“Dear Correspondent, I’m happy for you. I think you will come to realize something special out on the road. This town is nice, but I feel I may outgrow it soon. Maybe I’ll see you out there?
Your friend, Wildflower.”
“Dear Wildflower, I found a seaside town called Port Augustus. I’ve been here for several weeks. Something begs me to stay but at the same time my spirit calls for me to continue my journey. How are things? Are you still at the same address? I hope everything works out for you.”
“Dear Correspondent, I am well again. I’m going to be moving soon. I will send you postage from my new residence when I settle in. That is, if you are still at the same address.”
“Dear Wildflower, I’m leaving this town. I’m not sure if you are still at this address. Maybe they will forward it to you. You never told me where you were moving to. If I never hear from you again, I wish you a well life. Thank you, again.”
Artistic Apathy 