Dear Casey,
I've never known you or spoken to you, but I think about you, and want to say something. Too late probably, but I was never brave enough to say something without it being necessary or helpful to another person. I just want to say I look at your art and read your journals whenever I'm lost, and I remember something of the truth. And I have never met anyone else who could be that way. They couldn't do it or couldn't stand it. I feel like you are so important and essential, and I wish so many things, but in the end I only have my narrative on the other side of the planet and I'm powerless. I still wish though whenever I think about you.
With hope,
Li