Dear Esther (№ 419665)

I set off in a paper boat with no bottom; in it I will fly to the moon. I am wrapped in the folds of time, I am in the worn folds of the page of life. You sat on the opposite side of the sheet; I see your traces in the ink that seep through the fibers of the paper pulp. When we are washed away by water, the cell will disintegrate, and we will merge together. When this paper airplane breaks away from the edge of the cliff and traces parallel condensation trails in the darkness, we will be together again.