I know we’re in contact every day, but somehow I felt that I needed to put this in writing to make it more formal. This is important, and you know how much I like things to be set in stone.
Can you believe what a mess people have made? They’ve only existed for a millisecond and already they have managed to clag up their planet with garbage and excess. They poisoned the air and waters but have the audacity to act surprised when the fish are chockfull of mercury. Some days it’s almost impossible to see them through the haze and muck, yet they whinge that their weather patterns seem to be changing. And I simply cannot believe they took that line about ‘salt of the earth’ so far out of context that now they’ve created huge tracts of infertile ground. I expected by now that they’d know how to feed themselves.
Are they working out how to reverse their folly and put their planet back to rights? Not really. Yet they’re still in love with the idea of finding out what’s beyond it, shoving aside their space junk searching for another world. One is not enough.
Frankly, I’m sick of their bickering and selfishness. They’ve found ways to make each other miserable from the word go; some even claim that I approve of their obscene cruelty. To be brutally honest, I’m over it. Tired. It’s been a good long while since that day of rest and I need a break.
Therefore, this letter is to notify you that I’m going to take a vacation: somewhere peaceful, without the constant clamour. I’ll know if anyone really needs me, but if I don’t get some time away from all the shouting fools, I fear I may reach the point of no return.
So for a while, please keep turning without me,