Letter to Reader

Dear me,

What!? Me? I thought you were addressing the reader, not yourself, I hear you think. What's the point of writing this letter to yourself? 

Well, I think I am you. Also, I think you are me. That is the best way I can make sense of reality. Don't take it personally.

To be more precise, I am addressing this letter to a dissociated part of my own awareness. I am aware of your thoughts and feelings right now, but I don't have access to them. Tom and the person reading this are not wired together neurologically. Don't worry about it. 

Anyway, I hope I am doing fine over there. I care about that a lot. For selfish reasons. I don't lack empathy, don't get me wrong. I don't like to see people or animals in pain. That hurts me. But since I think I am you, I want the person reading this book to take care of oneself. So please behave and treat yourself well. Or do some crazy stupid things, if that's what you enjoy. Take a healthy snack now and then. Meet new people. Enjoy life. Please enjoy reading this book. If you don't like it, please get rid of it. That's fine, our experience is dissociated anyway. Tom doesn't need to know. I don't want to get bored reading this. By the way, if I want to re-connect I will drop me a message. My contact details are on the first page. 

All the best, 

Me