By coincidence, or Chance or perhaps calculated Fate, words begin to be exchanged, then ideas were shared. The necessary cordiality of the working class gave way to bourgeois exchanges, literary conversations started to form.
Then an intriguing relationship starts to build, small as it may be. And all this on the basis of the letters they soon started to share. Yes, a human relationship finding initial life through just the written word. This, a rarity in the modern world of Facebook, MSN, Twitter, Skype. It is nearly a flashback to Victorian times of gentlemen and ladies, a time modernity forgot. A time where we could respond to fellow human beings through careful crafting of letters, rather than react through instant messaging.
Yet right here were two floating souls wandering through the wilderness of modernity wielding ancient weaponry of the written word, ideals and values seemingly fighting battles the urban world is only too quick to laugh at. Right here were two souls that embodied the innate human desire of free expression in a time which tolerates no such non-scientific frivolity.
One wonders where this unfolding story may take the world to."
"floating souls" | performers at Singapore F1 2009Uncle T
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