I met a wirzard today. He was tall of hat, and purple of head. He spoke no words. I was out securing new communications for future work. We shared a carriage and left each other at different points. Why don’t they call, why don’t they look deeper. It is all the same and the same bothers me. I like it here. A world in a world in a world in a world and this is ours. Tomorow I will send a picture. Tell me how your end of our world is holding up. For tonight I turn in.