Ethan Hawke letter 41, 080624

Letter 080624 telling machines

Dear Ethan Hawke

Sister found the first of the human heads. She had been to practice sleepwalking from one abandoned building to the previous two. She thought it was a bird’s nest. A boy’s head, blue and quiet. She got her brother’s bike and brought the head home. She gave it a pillow then went to keep her brother awake. She took her brother next day to the spot, and the head had returned. Her brother carried it this time home and she pushed the bike beside him. Her brother was a mover of things underwater. Sadder, more serious. It took both of them to process the suddenness of knowing that the head had not in fact returned, but that instead there were two heads. Matching, in their home, on the same pillow. The third day of this insomnia thieved them again to the spot and gave them another matching head. Sister was glad for the bike, for the way it spaced her hands. From here, the story makes the sister old and the brother older. There is a day that someone beats them to the spot, and it’s the day of the last head. The head of god. But they don’t believe.