I have recently signed up to be pen-pals with a few lovely ladies from around the world. The goal being to connect with other people in a more tactile, and old-fashioned manner. One of the women with whom I am pen-pals, (Hi, J – if you are reading this – wave, wave) has also started me on a journey that I can only imagine will be epic. She has embroiled me into an ongoing fantasy world through postcards. A very clear explanation of this, shall we call it, fantasy postcard genre, is posted on her website… Dante’s Wardrobe.
Currently there is an expedition underway by James and Kendra, to find the legendary Donut People and the mystical Giant Donut Hole. This expedition is; as is the way with all expeditions of this type; being sponsored by and eccentric billionaire, who has so far only communicated through his daughter Rachel. Much of his sponsorship comes at the behest of Rachel’s interest in the Donut People. What has inspired this interest, Rachel’s Father and who the intrepid James and Kendra are have yet to be gleaned. In time though, I hope their story will be told through their correspondences.
It begins with this…
A Ritual Alter for the Fabled Donut People
The Post Card Reads…
Dear Rachel, The expedition is going well, and I think the advance team has made a real discovery in their search for the original temple of the Donut People. This image suggests bakery had a high ritual function. We have yet to discover the location of the massive Donut Hole , however! Cheers, James and Kendra
Rachel Replies…
From Rachel
Dear J&K, Kudos on the discovery of the elusive donut people. Finding the hole would secure you place in History. Father says he’ll gladly sponsor your next foray out to the locate that marvel known only to the donut people. People around here are talking a bit about the possibility the hole does not exist. They believe you both to be off your rockers. I say who are they to talk when the new past time is dancing on girders thousands of feet in the air? Ever your patroness, Rachel
I think this qualifies as Whimsy. Don’t you?
Random Acts of Whimsy 