>An Appeal To Everybody

>My dear, dear readers,

How are you? I hope these words find you in a place of joy and peace and relative hopefulness (even though I realize that it is exam time and those words usually don't appear in such juxtaposition in an hour such as this).

I will not make this very long at all, but I just wanted to extend an invitation I gave to my Facebook and Twitter friends to you guys. As I get more traffic, I get more excited and, being me, I want to know each one of you... and I would like you to get to know me as well. So, whether I know you personally or not, I would like to write you a letter. I quite enjoy letter-writing (although I don't practice it nearly enough) and would like to share that joy with anybody who will let me.

So here's the dealio. We don't live in an age of addresses except to punch into a GPS or Google Maps, so I don't know very many people's off the top of my head. What is going on is this: you e-mail me, message me (if you follow me on Twitter or are my friend on Facebook) or text me (if we're apparently really good friends haha) your address. Include your name if I don't know it and, if we are not personal, face to face friends, one sentence (minimum) about yourself so that I can know a little bit about the person to whom I am writing. Do you want it written entirely in Haiku? In a Spenserian Sonnet? Backwards? Left-Handed? In Pig Latin? With red ink? Blue ink? Glitter ink? About philosophy? About which Spice Girl is the best? The possibilities are endless, and if you would like a particular subject or stipulation to your letter, let me know. Otherwise it will very closely resemble the stream-of-consciousness ramblings of the borderline insane.

Basically, I am tired of this voiceless, impersonal void of the internet. I know that I have readers stationed over many states and, in some cases, countries, so your silence will not suffice. Don't be shy just because this is about y-o-u... Let me write to you!

Much love and I hope to hear from you very soon,

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.