Letter to a stranger
I write to someone who may never read this — which, come to think of it, is the best kind of reader.
Dear stranger,
I don’t know your name, and you don’t know mine. That puts us on equal footing, a rare thing these days.
If you are reading this, some curiosity brought you here. Stay as long as you like. There is nothing to buy, nothing to sign up for, no form to fill in.
I ask only one thing: if you ever recognize me on the street, say nothing.