Postcards from far away

Dear I,

Here is a postcard, from myself.

I know, it’s not the most pretty one. But it was the cheapest one in the shop and that counts for something around here.

I think it was said that the men in the picture fought for liberty and died noble deaths, but it might just be a correction of time. Sometimes we choose to remember things differently so that we can forgive our errors.

Words have a way of defining and diminishing.

Music expresses and expands.

That is why I chose this postcard.

So that I’ll never forget.