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Dear Future Daniel,

I hope you’re alive and well. Actually, undead and well, but you know what I fucking mean. I hope you’re keeping the shadows at bay and the impulse to drown in your madness in check. Remember that no matter how dark and cold the world gets, you can endure. Darkness and cold are your companions in immortality even when nothing else is. But the madness, however inviting or enticing, is not your friend. 

And since I’m being extremely fucking optimistic, I hope you’re learning to forgive him more quickly. To stop clinging your stubbornness and pick up the goddamn phone. Or hell, make the trip. Make him face you and see if he can hold onto the anger when you’re right in front of him. (Spoiler alert: he can’t.) 

Whatever the future holds, don’t extinguish your burning need to learn, to explore, to study, to ask, to know. That is what will get you through the centuries. Well, that and him. So cut him a little fucking slack and learn to say I’m sorry more often. And while you’re at it, cut yourself a little slack, too.