Satire
Farewell To The World
January 1, 2024 Dear World: I am addressing you as “World” in this letter because I do not know what else to call you. I imagine there would have been other suitable names. “Planet,” for example, may have been acceptable. Yet that word for me conjures images of outer space and the solar system. In this missive, I am not so much concerned with outer space, except as a place to which I might (if I were lucky) resettle now that I am finished with you. Yes, let’s be clear then, this is a break-up letter. I am saying my final farewells to you, The World.
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