Your focus and ambition is impressive, but you'll never get out of this one alive. No. Maybe not never. At least, not without the help of your friends. You're killing yourself with a fucking pen. You told me once that the men who wander falter. I took it to heart, with many endeavors, knowing I'll never achieve perfection, but perfection is fiction. Now, while I build bridges in the middle of mountains, you will reach a summit. It will be beautiful. You will stand alone. You will be alone. I know you're scared. I can't tell you how to live your life. There is no right or wrong. I just need to see you more often. I need to know that you want to be alive.