Dear Uncle B,
When the Great Library at Old Chicago was found I guess it was like about 1,000 years after the End of the World? I dunno. It was way before my time. But it was quite the sensation, so I hear. Well, I mean, among The Reading anyways. Not that you can like really blame folks who have decided to condemn it. Technically, reading did once get us all into a metric shit-ton of trouble.
It actually boggles my mind that there was once a world that only existed through reading—that you could once know what was happening in some far-off place in like, seconds. I hear you could even send pictures of things AND the sounds of things that fast! Oh, I can't tell you how many times I have wished I had been alive to see the Noosphere rise! Although I am sure it had its ups and downs. Knowledge is a slow burn, you know? It spreads and eventually wins, but it sure does have to wade through a lot of hate on the way.
I guess that's why the elders burned everything down. Fresh start or whatevs.
As we both know, over the years many libraries have been found. Obviously, for the most part, the locals usually destroy anything they find. Which is why I, for one, greatly admire you and your colleagues' work in The Latindary Arts. I guess no one cared or maybe even knew what The Records were! Too bad you decided to study books. Hahaha. #LULZ. In the end, it's probably what saved them. Ignorance. Do you know this word "ironic"?
I don't know if you remember, but I had just turned 14 when the first player was found. The area around Old Chicago was pretty much back to a Swampland by then. I often think it was a great miracle that all the machines were not destroyed. But I guess the old saying holds true: "The Universe Always Rights Itself". And as we all know, it was an overnight change which I, for one, can honestly say affected the course of my life. Which leads me to my point. The reason for this letter is that I am applying next year as a Graduate Candidate for the School of Rock & Roll. Attached you will find my dissertation "The Police and Their Impact: A Study of Synchronicity and the Spread of Reggae Culture".
So, Uncle, as your Niece and a fellow Reader, it would mean the world to me if you could find the time to compose a letter of recommendation on my behalf. I hope the sovereign nation of Michiganahana finds you well. Also, please send my regards to your better half. Maybe after the monsoon season I can pay you and your husband a visit!
All humans are kin,
Gretta Marie Therese Sumner