He has spoken. The He I do not know of. Who I believe in only some days. Whose letter I wonder about--and if it waits at the bottom of a blue bin on the corner of California and Diversity.

He challenges me by submitting his thoughts without patience and expects the receiver to adhere to patience, and solely.

Please listen to me. Tell me I am good. Tell me what I did is great.
I have no time for you.
Solipsist.