|
|
I am writing to you from a great, domed city, not to far from where you are studying, but it is nothing like anything you could imagine. Inside the dome people play bizarre sports, sells goods in great conventions, and listen to loud music coming out of enormous loudspeakers. There are a hundred thousand seats, all facing inward, and of varying colours. But that is not all.
Even though the dome is enormous and almost as high as the sky, it is not as strong as we would imagine. And every now and then a loud screech and a great yell is followed by falling depris as parts of the dome cave down upon the dwellers of the great city.
The city has one tower, a bizarre shaped tower, curved like a ski slope. No one knows why it is shaped the way it is, but it is clear that on snowy days, the edge of the tower glistens with white, and there are rumours that large beasts are up there snowboarding on the concrete slopes, and bouncing merrily on the thin skin of the roof of the dome. It's an absurd thought I know, but everyday another piece falls from the sky, and great cries of joy echo through the night.
I'll draw you a card so you can see what I mean.
