To the artist—

I apologize for running through your belongings here. I did it out of habit in what I do. I did not mean to intrude. I thought this place was deserted. I was only trying to find solitude. It seems you found it first, so I won't be taking it away from you.

Your artworks are magnificent, by the way. Their silence is so inviting I almost jump in. I hope to see more of them in an appropriate way. I hope to meet you too, if that's okay.

You should also know I read a short part of your journal. I'm sorry. I thought it was just a notebook. I did not linger, I promise. I did not understand what I read anyway, if that helps anything.

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To you,

It's okay.

I know this place isn't really mine, but I'd appreciate it if you don't touch my things anymore. I find them safest here, so I hope you keep your word of not stealing my solitude and safety from me.

This place isn't mine so I can't really tell you to go away. You can come here for your own solitude. Just don't ruin mine.

Rest well.