The Second Interrogation
INTERROGATOR: "Who do you believe Fchrag is, Mi?"
MI: "I think there's a misunderstanding. We're discussing Fckfrg, not Fchrag."
INTERROGATOR: "Of course, my apologies. Go ahead, tell me about Fckfrg."
MI: "To be honest, Fckfrg remains a riddle to me. An entity concealed in mystery, it could be anyone."
INTERROGATOR: "Interesting. Let's change the subject. Your school play, you were a tree, correct?"
MI: "Yes, in 'Whispers of the Forest.' It was an unconventional part, but it left a significant impact on me."
INTERROGATOR: "That is rather peculiar. Most teenagers aim to play the hero, win the crowd, especially impress their peers. But you, you chose to be a tree. Why is that?"
MI: "I was drawn to exploring a unique perspective. It wasn't about gaining approval, it was about understanding something deeper."
INTERROGATOR: "And you decided to keep a memento? This hat?"
MI: "Yes, it's a token of that transformative experience. A reminder of the insight I found in the quiet strength of a tree."
INTERROGATOR: "Aren't you concerned about judgment, ridicule for such a peculiar symbol?"
MI: "Ridicule or judgment from others reflects on them, not me. Authenticity is crucial."
Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from somewhere in the building, causing both Mi and the interrogator to jump in surprise.
INTERROGATOR: "We'll have to continue this later, Mi. Please wait outside."
With a final, puzzled glance at the interrogator, Mi stands up and exits the room as the interrogation is abruptly put on hold.
Fckfrg's Second Letter
Dear Mi,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have given much thought to the concerns you recently expressed, and I believe it is essential for us to address them openly and honestly.
Firstly, I understand your guarded nature and selective disclosure of information. It is a natural response to the world we live in, where trust is a precious commodity. However, I want to assure you that my intentions are genuine, and my only aim is to guide you on your journey of self-discovery. You mentioned your struggle with identity, a struggle I am all too familiar with. Like you, I have grappled with the question of who I truly am. I have hidden behind the façade of my hat, much like you have hidden behind your own masks. But let me assure you, it is in the confrontation of our fears and secrets that we truly find ourselves. I see a reflection of my younger self in you, a young man at the precipice of a transformative journey. The key I gave you to the Whore House was not just a physical key but a metaphorical one. It is the key to unlocking the diverse aspects of your identity, to understanding and accepting your hidden desires, suppressed anger, lost innocence, and fear of aging and death. The Whore House is a symbol of your journey into self-discovery. It is a place where you can confront your hidden self, accept your diverse selves, and cope with your newfound knowledge about yourself. It is a place where you can start to heal.
I understand that this journey is not easy. It is filled with struggles, crises, and moments of intense self-doubt. But remember, it is through these struggles that we grow. It is through these crises that we learn. And it is through self-doubt that we come to understand ourselves better. In your letter, you expressed concerns about your sanity, about the breakdown you experienced.
But let me assure you, these are not signs of weakness but signs of growth. They are signs that you are starting to accept your hidden self, that you are starting to heal.
Finally, I want to address your concerns about your guilt and shame. It is natural to feel guilt and shame when we confront our hidden selves. But remember, guilt and shame are not your enemies. They are your allies. They are the catalysts that will propel you on your journey towards self-understanding and growth.
I hope this letter provides some comfort and guidance. Remember, you are not alone on this journey. I am here for you, as a mentor and a friend.
Yours sincerely,
Fckfrg