We’re here to connect. Love, time, death. Now these three things connect every single human being on earth. We long for love, we wish we had more time, and we fear death.
Was it the holidays?
Then why did you decide to come in tonight?
Um, I’m trying to fix my mind.
Howard is a brilliant man, and he’s not just a boss, he’s a friend. He lost his child and now he doesn’t care if he loses everything else.
Did you lose a child, Howard?
Howard is brilliant, creative, charismatic guy. He used to love life, right now he hates it.
I tried to talk to him, I tried to reach him and he’s not there. I miss him.
This might be the strangest thing I have ever come across. He writes letters?
Howard doesn’t write letters to people, he writes to things. Time, love, death.
Kids write letters to Santa Claus, it doesn’t mean they’re crazy.
You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’m having conversations. Death came first, she met me in the dog park.
It turns out death is an elderly white woman.
People write letters to the universe all the time, most don’t get a personal response, but you are.