Dear Hope Springs Eternal,
I heard a very funny joke yesterday but it loses quite a lot of its humour in translation. In fact it loses all its humour in translation. So I’m not going to tell you it. Instead, let’s go together and gaze at the sea in all its murky polluted majesty. We can also watch the airplanes coming in to land. Life is out there somewhere.
Yours in the shape of an all-purpose plastic container,
“The Binocular Boy”