Dearest Reader,

Within these cybernetic walls you will happen upon (hopefully) many a [singularity; rarity; curiosity] of letters. These letters are intended for all to read, to interpret as they will. Some will be funny, others, melancholy. Yet more will be rants, and several, mere [observations in thought]. I will speak sometimes to one of you, or to a person I know - names shall be changed, rest assured - but I shall, for the most part, [hold myself back voluntarily] from editing events and my feelings. Other [written communications] will pertain to certain inanimate objects, or fictional occurrences, or fictional characters, even.

I aim to complete one of these every day, as there usually happens a time of day when [nouns (any and all)] will make me want to converse directly with them. I find myself very much wanting to tell my knitting how therapeutic and wonderful it is, and letting a dear friend know exactly just how much I adore them. I want to tell the river just how cold it is and how lovely its song can be on a downer-day.

However, the [defect and malfunction] in this most wonderful of [existing mental conceptions] is, that, the river has no address, nor no (to my knowledge) mind to understand and ponder on my letters. Which is why they will go here. These are the letters I'll never send.

I wish my handwriting really WAS this awesome.

I hope you enjoy them, and that I, at a point or two, will stumble across a helpful tidbit that you will find enticing. Please feel free to comment about your own [meetings and contending with] these pesky nouns at any point, or ask me any [problems for discussion, containing matters of uncertainty and/or difficulty].

Dearest Reader, thank you for being here, and for doing what you do.

With many regards, affectations and enthusiasm,

~Jennie