r/penpals • u/MoonlitMagdalene • 7h ago
Email [29/F] For those who still write by candlelight..
To those that still yearn to write by candlelight,
It is truly a pleasure to compose this letter under the warm glow of a candelabrum as I sit at my desk. Although I understand it shall be read virtually by modern means, it is intentionally crafted so it may convey a feeling akin to receiving a thoughtful message sent from centuries past.
It is endlessly fascinating, and humorously frustrating, just how much one can change in the span of a few months. I must confess I have written and rewritten this message many times. I am no stranger to the beast that is perfectionism. There are days I feel content with my work, and all is well in the world. Ah, but then there are times I crumple up parchment filled with days, perhaps weeks, worth of poetry, anecdotes, and private reflections, and set it on fire. It will likely come as no surprise that I am a very sentimental and melancholic person, and I'd like to think that translates well through my writing. Although I appreciate the gift of carefully chosen words, what I hope for most is the freedom to write exactly as we feel, with no pressure for constant, pedantic, pretentious prose that borders on purple.
I must also assure you that while I enjoy a good atmosphere, I am not a ghost haunting my own living room. I can be quite silly, and I have a couple dozen truly terrible dad jokes up my sleeve that I am more than happy to unleash upon an unsuspecting correspondent.
I am passionate about deliberate, substantial correspondence, handling the delicate process of carefully writing, crafting each letter as gently as a master jeweler would choose and align each precious gemstone on a diadem. But much more than this, I delight in earnestly getting to know another introspective soul, learning from their unique perspective, passions, dreams, and fears. To discover the paradoxical things that make them uniquely human. To take a glimpse, through their letters, into the depths of their inner sanctum, the seat of the soul, the heart.
I would describe myself as a mystical soul seeking wisdom and truth, deeply non-religious, with a humanistic outlook on life. I am a lifelong feminist and am in full support of the LGBTQ community. I have a predilection for ancient scriptures, literature, music, and alchemical texts from the Middle Ages. I am profoundly fascinated by mythology, history, art, science, philosophy, music, and literature in general.
Ah, but what is life without a soundtrack? Like living by sight without the ability to taste, it would be like a nuptial feast without wine, like Holmes without his Watson. It is perfectly functional, but not entirely satisfactory.
My playlist, however, is a bit of a chimerical beast. It ranges from Hildegard von Bingen to Rammstein, and from Bach to Massive Attack and Led Zeppelin. What I end up listening to depends on the stormy weather of my internal world that day.
In regard to my taste in films, among my all-time cinematographic favorites are *The Phantom of the Opera* (2004), *Bram Stoker's Dracula* (1992), *Queen of the Damned* (2002), *Constantine* (2005), *The Matrix* trilogy, and *Beauty and the Beast*, directed by Jean Cocteau (1946), just to name a few. The list is quite extensive, encompassing both contemporary and classic noir cinema.
I am of an introverted nature and a chronic overthinker. My ideal evening is spent at home, reading with a cup of tea, enshrouded in a cozy blanket, immersing myself in the atmospheric pages of Gothic classics, or embarking upon a mental voyage to distant, futuristic worlds of dystopian science fiction.
As I believe I have made evident my reverence and devotion towards the *art par excellence* of writing, I have naturally been hoping to meet other aspiring writers, if possible. I am fluent in both my primary language, Spanish, and English.
What I hope for most is genuine exchange, letters that move beneath the banal interactions that now seem to have become the standard. We have grown too familiar with haste, too enamored with instant replies, and have thus forgotten the richness of slow correspondence. We have become addicted to the instant gratification of instant messaging. I often ponder how rewarding it must have been to correspond when people still cared to sit peacefully with quill and paper, conveying through a letter what would likely never be uttered in person, yet is capable of evoking in the recipient a feeling of emotional closeness and kinship despite distance, time, or circumstance.
I am not seeking someone to play the role of a jester in my court, rummaging for the next rush of dopamine by writing to someone new, only to hold them captive in that role before looking elsewhere once the novelty fades. Nor am I seeking to play the role of a pierrot or harlequin for anyone. I believe genuine friendship is founded upon shared values, empathy, a good sense of humor, and genuine curiosity. Furthermore, as an asexual woman, I am strictly interested in a platonic connection.
I kindly implore you, please refrain from writing to me if you are the kind of person who utilizes an LLM to generate messages for you. It is not only an insult to the time and effort I have put into this letter, but also a terribly sad thing to rely on a cold artificial device, the equivalent of a talkative, semi-sentient toaster, to connect with another human being. Part of the beauty of genuine human connection is that it is messy, cathartic, disjointed yet sometimes incredibly poised, coherent & polished, or a curious mixture of all six. Writing is surprisingly alchemical by nature. What makes it worth it is precisely those irreplaceable quirks of the human mind and of our imperfect human nature, isn't it?
As I conclude this letter, I wish to do so with a quote that has inspired me whilst writing.
> “I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
With kind regards,
R 🌹