This is the blueprint, look closely and you will see that I have a lot of plans, I intend to build this whole place up from scratch, it won’t be soon but it won’t be too long either but everything here will have once existed in my head and then been given life and form. I don’t think that there should be any other reason to life than to leave things behind you, I don’t intend on having children and I’d rather not be known as just somebody else who just added a size 11 carbon footprint in the earth. I don’t just want to be a hazy and inconvenient memory to you, I’d like to exist in my own right.
My town will be something new, built out of the ruin of us and all over you will see your unique influence, in the parks and the lakes, in the winding streets, in the empty shop fronts and silent public house, I will build a memorial of a town.
Your town you see, has become too small, too claustriphobic and I am drowning in it’s fume clogged air.
I’d hope that one day you’ll visit and see me on every street corner, just like I see you, I hope that one day you’ll know me a lot better than you did. This my dear Disappointment will be where I shall write you from, even if you never read anything I ever send you, rest assured that it is not really to you, but to something I had in my head from beginning to end.
