To whom it may concern,
Hegel wrote somewhere that “The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk,” that only at the end of a day, a life, an epoch can you make sense of it. At the end of their careers, many writers have collapsed into the strong but gentle arms of sentimentality, so it seemed an illogical place to start. I needed a number. If Frédéric Chopin can compose twenty-one beautiful nocturnes as a teenager, I can write twenty-one small love letters to no one in particular. Chopin also wrote fifty-eight mazurkas, but that might send the wrong message. If this is all a bit much remember Chopin was a genius, I do what I can.
As Always,
Matthew Cameron
Matthew Cameron 
To whom it may concern,
Hegel wrote somewhere that “The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk,” that only at the end of a day, a life, an epoch can you make sense of it. At the end of their careers, many writers have collapsed into the strong but gentle arms of sentimentality, so it seemed an illogical place to start. I needed a number. If Frédéric Chopin can compose twenty-one beautiful nocturnes as a teenager, I can write twenty-one small love letters to no one in particular. Chopin also wrote fifty-eight mazurkas, but that might send the wrong message. If this is all a bit much remember Chopin was a genius, I do what I can.
As Always,
Matthew Cameron
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