Dear Kurt,

there is nothing quite like hearing your brother cry for you and have no power to control it. The need to put my arms around him and you when you're out of reach is disconcerting. We are out of space and time with our family. I know you speak often of how you feel no actual relation to the family you were raised by. They bare no physical and no intellectual and no personal and no soulful resemblence to you at all.

It's as if we were all lifted from a different dimension and propped in some alternate universe away from each other and are fighting our way back together but have no control. I don't understand it, you don't understand it, but it's real. And it hurts.

"If you read, you will judge..." you wrote that, and that's what they are doing right now. Good for them.


p.l.e.