Dear Everyone,

I am currently reading the novel Herzog, by Saul Bellow. In it, the main character, Moses Herzog, writes letters to old friends, old acquaintances, politicians, scientists, dead people, and many others. He is in the process of a terrible divorce (his wife left him for his best friend and is acting the victim (by proclaiming his insanity) and trying to seduce everyone he knows to her side). Writing the letters is his way, I feel, of dealing with what happened. He writes because he is unable to understand why things turned out this way: he is in a perpetual state of confusion about the whole ordeal. And as he comes closer and closer to the edge of sanity, he writes more and more letters that he will never send and some that he couldn't send even if he wanted to.

In order to better understand his mentality (and just because I felt like it, really), I too have started writing letters. I write to Herzog as I read the novel, but I also write to other people. It's becoming increasingly therapeutic.

I will be posting select letters in the future, but they are not nearly as intelligent, detailed, or important as Herzog's.