Essentially, a letter of no importance

My Love, my heart, my home,

My art does not speak to you, I have failed.  

I seek some empathy for today is the 82nd day since the theatres have gone dark, and many more days of darkness are ahead of us, even as the rest of you begin to step out into a new normal. The time remains dark for us, and we’re desperate for light. But instead of thinking about that, I have sent out the horsemen to fight a battle of opinion, using truth as the weapon.

I am sorry that I have pushed us into a dead end in my response, by ignoring your blindness, by insisting that by a uni-dimensional standard, I am worthy. 

And, so, now, I ask, what if, what you say is true? 

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