Such A Strange New Place
Days pass by, but still my love for Romeo grows! This marks the beginning
of my second entry on this strange device. One of the sisters here, Margaret,
attempted to explain to me how interaction with others is possible on such a
device as this, but still I find myself unable to make sense of this strange, new
technology. In fact, I’ve found it perturbing, to say the least.
Margaret appeared truly shocked when I revealed that I had very little
understanding of the functions of this device, and even more shocked when she
realized that I did not have an “e-mail address”—a way to send post through
the “internet.” Please forgive me if my terminology is lacking, but I am still so
confused by this new time and place.
As soon as Margaret added me to the register of internet postal service, I
immediately found myself practically swimming in messages from my beloved,
Romeo! It warmed my heart, of course, but also filled me with a great deal of
confusion, since we are, in fact, in the same location. I suppose that this is how
people communicate in this place, though, through the screens of these strange
devices, as I communicate to you right now.
But, as I discovered that there are others aside from Romeo who read these
posts, I will not bore you with the details of such petty things! Earlier today, I
accompanied Rachel, another sister in the sorority that is hosting me, to one of
her daily meetings—which she refers to as “class” (though, I must admit, many
of the individuals attending these meetings lack any sort of class at all!). Today’s
topic was one of history, which intrigued me instantly. However, this history was
strange—we did not speak of the great Roman empire, Agincourt, or any of the
other topics of which I am accustomed to speaking. Instead, we spoke of a great
war, referred to as “World War II.”
At first I thought that, surely, I must be in a different world entirely, not just farther
along in time. But, now I am less sure. I worry that my presence here may affect
the natural course of history. I just want to return home, to Verona, back to where
everything makes sense.