Let us say we throw our words behind us like bodies from a train.

Some friends and I are starting a project involving fake correspondence and making things up and creating dialogue between fictional persons with no regard for plausibility. Based somewhat on Hikikomori. There is a strong vegetable undercurrent at the moment.

One of us wrote:

"Ophelia,

This time I want to be the one wilting in the cow pond. What fun! Was it very hard to hold your breath until they thought you dead? Let us say I am a limp stalk of celery left too long in the sun. Let us say my navel drifts slowly with the current and HE finally cannot bear to touch me. I'll roll down my socks all slovenly. You'll be waiting with the coroner and a butterfly net to fish me out. Make sure he doesn't try to sneak "Lolita" on the death certificate. Try not to giggle! Look solemn! Say your name is Sofia and you're from the Hague and we'll have the most marvellous picnic when I am done corpsing.

Love and lollipops!
Dolores."

And another:

"Alice,

Give me some of that shrinking potion. I’m desperate. I went to the store and bought three boxes of Oreos, the Halloween kind, and ate it all. My teeth were orange, my tongue orange, my lips, my face, my insides orange. Orange and black. What is the color of shame? Orange. Caution. Stay away. And black is the burned spirit. What do you get for staying alive for thousands of years only to realize that loneliness is never ending, and that your real friends are fictional? Oreo comas. I never realized what a beautiful word “oreo” was until today. It makes me want to die.

...

Thanks for the postcard!

-Grendel."

The internet is so exciting when it comes to allowing quick interchanges of ideas and collaboration and the shucking of names and ownership when it becomes too cumbersome. I'm excited to see where this goes. Or fails to go. Or where it sits limply in its own randomness until the three of us lose interest. Either one.