letter to a not-so-patient patient dear se. carter chesterfield (fictitious name) thinking about all your stupidities irritated me. all the most varied dangerous ways of evaluating you. your dreams were left behind. there is no reason keeping you here. we are all human beings dependent on a reason to continue, to live. yours was to be. and being was not enough. being is what you did well. without any aspect of kindness. you, dear friend, do not know how good it is to be good. now it is past midnight, it is another day and you will have every opportunity to make me believe in your words. no incomplete sentences in the middle of your speech. this way we will be continually human.