Dear Future Me,

Haha, yeah. I guess so. ...Remember the pocket dimensions? I do. I wonder if there's one where we- I... don't exist. Or you don't. It's scary to remember, traveling through one space to another, seeing places where everything has gone wrong. It was like... like some kind of book, wandering from universe to universe and feeling sicker and sicker with each one.

Sincerely, Past You.