Farewell to you dear artifact. I look forward to seeing you from time to time, but I need for you to understand that there are no guarantees in life. Who knows where you will you ultimately come to rest — maybe in a landfill. Or maybe some college kid will buy you at a thrift store and hang you over his dresser. Maybe you’ll even get that kid laid one night by impressing the art student who he’s been courting. Maybe you’ll do the opposite and repulse the art student.
I do hope that you wind up bringing joy to whoever takes a moment to look at you. I think that you’re kind of funny, myself. Don’t take that as a diss — humor is a really important commodity these days.
Most of all, dear friend, I want you to know that I am proud of you, and that you are a special little piece of me. No matter what anyone else thinks of you, to me, you’ll always represent the time that we spent communicating. You are, to me, a compression of precious time-space into an unplanned form. You are a diamond.
Now go out there and life your life!