Lathe's Letters: Bombyx (Patreon)

Bombyx Mori,

I know your relationship with death is an odd one. I find myself wondering if my passing changed anything. But I suppose I’ll never know.

Bombyx, you were my favorite mystery. A firecracker wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in word puzzles and actual worms. You were also my dear friend. I am so sorry to have left you the way that I did.

Sometimes, in the hazy way I can remember things as a ghost in a coin, I can still feel your hand in mine, leading me down a thrilling, incredible, ill-advised path. You are too large for even your own body sometimes, I think. You are a marvel.

I hope you are taking care of the group. I hope you are being taken care of, too. I know you don’t have to eat, but I hope you are still indulging. At least occasionally.

Bombyx, I know that you have already seen me for the last time. If only it wasn’t in Dis. I would have liked my last moment with you to be in that garden of yours, our family at peace. Or, barring that, in the stars. I will save a space for you in the Constellations. Just in case.

You should probably write to your friends again soon. They love you.

I’ll miss you forever.

Good night.