Dear wandering soul,

I find it particularly synchronistic that you have found your way into my presence on this day. You startled me with your tireless knocking upon my chamber door! I was delighted to find you there at my threshold rather than the badgering solicitor of wares who has regularly been trying to sell me some idea of want and worry. Yours is the only other face I have seen in ages! Tell me, where have you traveled from? You must have many fascinating stories to share! Do come in and sit down.

I hope you find these suitable environs for your aesthetic. I am in the process of remodeling and have only recently removed the scaffolding. There is still much work to be done, yet I am feeling rather accomplished by the transformation that has gone on here. So tell me friend…from whence do you come? Your eyes speak of some remote place where Truth and Experience oft collide. By what mode of transportation have you advanced through time and space so as to brighten my door at this very hour? I have heard tale of one’s consciousness traveling on a wire. Do you know of this phenomenon? My dear friend, I have not ventured beyond my quarters since the dawn of this New Era! Pray, tell me of these mystics who can command the image of any person or place to illuminate within their crystals. I am told that they also possess the magical ability to instantaneously ‘go’ wherever their imaginations might go. Have you encountered such gross manipulations of nature in your meanderings? Do tell!

[The wanderer never did sit down, but paced the room while gazing upon the few pieces of artwork which I have recently placed on display. He mumbled something about his ‘status update’ which I can only suppose was a reference to a recent inheritance or other windfall. Then, without bidding me good-bye, the stranger disappeared. ]

Mr. Hazelwood