Tyrion lannister
April 10, 2025 at 11:09:53 AM
Dear Confidant,
Modest Proposal from the Imp You Can Trust[I[/I]
You’ll be pleased (or concerned) to know I’ve somehow found myself in what they call the future. The wine is colder, the politics dumber, and everyone stares at small glowing rectangles like they contain the secrets of life — they don’t.
Today, I had the pleasure of encountering a group of Spaniards. Vibrant, loud, and animated as if every conversation were a duel. I didn’t understand half of what was said — which, frankly, made it more enjoyable. They invited me to a gathering involving something called “tapas.” A delightful concept: endless tiny plates, none of which can be weaponized.
They danced at midnight, argued by dawn, and drank with the sort of reckless joy I’ve always admired in a people. I may have agreed to join a flamenco troupe — or insulted a matador. Time (and hangover) will tell.
If this is what the future offers, I may just stay awhile.
Yours in temporal confusion,
Tyrion Lannister
Out of time, but never out of wine