To Rusty.

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Jesus Christ Rusty, tear gas? Sounds like you're having a much harder go of it than I ever had. I'm sorry that you're doing it alone. It does make it easier having Harry and I'm taking care of her as best as I can. She- she liked that part of your broadcast. She happened to be standing over my shoulder as it came in. And she was very pleased to hear you say that. She likes when I'm responsible for her in some way, I think makes her feel loved, which. Yeah. She is. 

You know, honestly, it never occurred to me to take a boat anywhere. Maybe because I haven't really spent much time on them before. Maybe because the thought of being lost at sea is so much worse than any version of my life over this past year. Decade, really. Here alone, at the end of the world, or nearly alone. So I hope if you do take that boat somewhere, that it's somewhere close and safe, and that you have clear weather your whole way. That old sailor saying? Francis used to say it...um...something about the sunset. Red sky at night. Sailors delight. Red sky in morning, sailor. Take warning. 

I have no idea if that's anything. I don't know, maybe check the Anarchist Cookbook, see if they have anything to say about the sky and what importance for sailing the seas it holds. But if I find myself wanting to seek out some islands, I'll definitely check to see if your book is there. Who knows, maybe one of your other selves will find it. 

Now that you know you've been broadcasting to my frequency, it's very possible that they've heard you just like you heard them. It must be so strange. I might not be alone because I have Harry. But. You're not alone in a way that I think very, very few people can understand. All of you. Rusty. Scarlet. Red. You know that there are other yous out there living lives and speaking to one another about those lives. I mean, that's a kind of community that I can't even fathom. 

Once again, I think about what the hell my other selves are doing that they're not hearing any of these transmissions. And then I think, well, maybe they never really got into the radio. Maybe they had no reason to. Maybe they're all, I don't know, maybe they're all sitting in prisons somewhere. 

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