Dear Miss April,
I havent seen your informative epistles in some time. In fact there been nothing since the election.
Has there been a gag order put on you too?
Have you been outspoken on climate change, refugees, anti corruption or cosmetic ear surgery in some other forum?
It is the fashion to crack down on common sense, but , I hope you can repsond if even in code or in the the inscrutible emotion transmitting medium of poetry.
Our lips are sealed.
Dear Cy Lently
I receive your words of concern with bashful pleasure. My musings have been solitary and internal, and while I fancy myself to be achieving most distinguished logical conclusions I now realise I have been neglecting my Christian duties to my faithful readers.
Nary a day passes that one may not find me layed upon my Chinoiserie chaise longue. My furrowed brow betrays my inner turmoil. Alas, there is before us the perfect storm. From every direction falderal and intimidation pursue us. We, the humanists, the logicians, the empaths, scientists, artists, advice columnists, the wise, the dumb and the living; are at the mercy of the walking dead. Common sense you say? What need have we of common sense Sir Lently when we have diamonds? Well, perhaps not all of us, I mean some of us have to toil the earth. We all have our roles you know. And certainly those imperious diamond keepers won’t live forever, and most assuredly neither will we, but isn’t it worth it? Just for one man, for one day, to say “notice me and marvel at my importance, I have a massive diamond”, while the rest of our kingdoms collapses into the void. Alas or no, he too shall inevitably slide after us into the maelstrom.
Ugh. How utterly dreary. I owe you a wealth of gratitude Cy Lently. You have awakened me from my somnambulism. Silence, although powerful, essential and undoubtedly elegant, can at times be the Sword of Damocles to the thinkers among us. Time to find our voices methinks. Would you care to join me?
Clawing my way back up the slide, yours,