A Letter From Self

I always say the same thing. If you don’t know then you won’t know. Or if you don’t know then I guess you can’t know, which is fine because this is not to say that I or you or anyone else is better or worse. Not at all.This is only to say that sometimes, the earth we feel comes with a different sensations. My hands have touched different things and therefore, the feel of silk or velvet will have a different meaning to me.The same can be said about the smells we smell or the sounds we hear and how they are all mixed like special ingredients that give depth and substance to our memories.My memories are mine and some people will never understand them. However, I am sure that you are one of the “Some” who would understand and “get it,” if I told you about them.And, I have told you. If you don’t know, then you almost can’t know what it’s like to wake up someplace, like, say, in a locked room with caged doors. Or if not the holding cells or the drunk tanks, there is something to be said…