Letter Exchange with Evangeline Latham

Evangeline's Letter


Henry (you old poop!),

So many freaks... so few circuses...

I’ve concluded that this isn’t a household I live in-- it’s a group home for the terminally loopy.

I meant to write about my little world here, but didn’t. Maybe next time.

Don’t let the freaks in your world freak you out (they sure do in mine!)

Evangeline



Henry Responds:



Evangeline,

Modern life is the Circus, and there is plenty of room under the Big Top for the freaks. It is only because you and I have been semi-recluses that we can see this. We have missed the full barrage of the insanity that has taken over the world--with particular rapidity in the last few years. It was our isolation that allowed us to detect what was happening although nothing, of course, could be done to stop it.

Those who have been out in the middle of the blast have gone crazy without ever knowing what was happening to them-- because everyone around them went loopy at the same time. Now they run here and there thinking they are relatively normal, when they are actually fucking nuts!

They careen through the jingle-jangle world jabbering into cell phones and acting basically psychotic.

Up here they forgot to look at the green hills with the plunging streams, and now it is too late. Down there they forgot all about the brown mountains with the white snow on the peaks, and no one will ever be able to reach them again.

Proceed carefully. Give them plenty of room!