Dear Wyatt,
I have nothing to tell you. Daisy agonized over her awful boss but has returned to work. She lodged a really good complaint and that’s all she can do. It’s really good, and kind of inspiring, that she is managing this stuff. It’s just work stuff and that’s all you can do is manage it and try to get a better job that doesn’t make you crazy in that same way.

The heat wave seems to have ended. I’m going to see Hamlet tomorrow at the Park Avenue Armory with REDACTED and the very tall SON OF REDACTED. It’s a matinee so that’s a little odd. And it’s 4 hours.

It’s at the same place where Daddy and I saw The Oresteia the week before and the same director, and weirdly REDACTED1 and REDACTED2 were there too. The Oresteia is the story of when Agamemnon comes home from Troy and is killed in his house by his wife, who is mad at him for killing their daughter, Iphigenia, 10 years before in order to summon the winds to blow the Greek fleet to Troy. So following this killing of a little kid, Agamemnon and the other dudes sweep out and head to Troy, leaving his wife to stay mad for a decade.

This all actually happens before The Oresteia, but they shoved in the scene above so regular people, who did not sit around camp fires and listen to blind singers like Homer tell them the story of Troy. But this play, all 3.5 hours of it, shoved this bit in so we got the origin of the bad blood in this poor family.

Okay, so Agamemnon has killed Iphigenia (a kid), then 10 years later Clytemnestra kills Agamemnon (in the bath), and then Orestes kills his mom, Clytemnestra, and her lover because he’s mad about that. THEN there is a trial and Orestes is found NOT GUILTY.

Basically it’s about the beginning of the justice system and the primacy of the patriarchy, because it’s okay to kill a girl or a woman, but do not kill the man of the house. Hamlet is supposed to be kind of the 2nd act of that in some way, so now I’m madly listening to a podcast about Hamlet so I can follow it.

We still have no cats and it is sad. No one is there when you come down the stairs. No one stares at you in the kitchen. No one breathes your air. It’s all sad, just not having Percy and Athena there.

Tonight my friend REDACTED3 is coming over for dinner and that should be nice. It’s very slow and very quiet here in L’Astoria.

How is camp? How is the forest and the lake? We miss you!
Love,
mom

PS: Daddy left to get the CSA and says to add that he loves you. He is truly driving me nuts. You should go to a CUNY so you can live at home. Stay here forever.