115 - One Hundred Fifteen

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Dear Harry, 

I’m writing to you from the Hoover Dam. I forgot that it was so close to Vegas, so I’m glad I took a closer look at my map before leaving the area entirely. Feels like one of those places that’s good to cross off the list. 

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but whatever it was I was wrong. It’s…it’s strangely beautiful. Enormous and powerful and alien. This whole region is alien, like being on the surface of Mars. I think I’m close to where Area 51 is, or that whole Roswell thing and I get it. I do. I get why people look at this landscape and think “aliens crash-landed here”. Even the dam itself, we built it, but the design of it, the way it fits into the land around it, it looks like it’s from another world.” 

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Aliens are another one of those things I think I have to reevaluate. Like ghosts. I always thought aliens were more likely—how could it be that we’re the only creatures with life in the entire universe?—but I certainly never believed that they’d been here. Like ghosts, that was for crackpots and conspiracy theorists. 

But now…I don’t know. I don’t think aliens came and built entire civilizations or anything, but did they crash land in this part of the US and get hauled in by our government? Maybe. Who am I to say that that’s impossible. 

I’ve gotten off topic. Back to the postcard—looks like its from another world…

It doesn’t look like it belongs here. And I don’t think I belong here. I don’t think either of us do. We’re like this dam, shoved into an environment that clashes with us, like we’ve been plucked from our usual habitat and thrown into some kind of bizarro world—“

Then I ran out of room.

What do you think, Harry? Do you think you belong in a house in Pennsylvania for the rest of your life? Or are you still trying to reach me?

I’m headed to LA now. And I’ll be there for a little while maybe. In case you wanted to…

Well, just in case. 

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