Dear Wigleaf,

I write to you from this desk, trying to describe with certainty anything that's happening beyond my window, but what I arrive at is what's so fascinating about reading and, more recently, maddening about our world—how between perceiver and perceived, signifying and sign, something happens that confuses our pronouns. The "I" becomes you, and "you" becomes they, and "they" become our hopes and insecurities.

Right?

Now I wonder if this is true. I wonder how you feel.

As Always,
It's me, Steve