Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Dusk 6

A reply to: One letter from Dusk and Another letter from Dusk

Hi, Dusk.

I started a letter to you, and then I got your other letter. Now I’m confused.

Your first letter had me a little bit sad because of what you wrote about your grandpa dying. I haven’t had anyone die in my life. But I have an old friend. I asked my dad and he said that my old friend Jasper is old enough to be my grandpa. Does that mean he might die?

Then your next letter made me happy and also confused. What do you mean that time has become a balloon and now it no longer exists?

I didn’t want to ask my old friend because I have an idea what it means and I didn’t want him to get sad. So I went to the reading room and I looked in the books.


One book says, “you’re spread out in time, like you’re spread out in space.” This means that all time is there at once. Then another book said, “eternity is timelessness.” One book says, “there’s no time in heaven, and no space either.”

You wrote, “Death is not the end for you.”

But you wrote me a letter. You can’t be… you know.

Oh. Now I know why you have that special mailman. He goes through time and space and to the place where there’s no time and no space.

So, I can still write to you, right? I know that you won’t be able to write back, because we need time to be able to write.

But I can write you. And I bet that if I feel every word really hard, you will get the message. And maybe your special mailman can still deliver it, but if there’s no time, you won’t have time to read it!

I feel sort of sad and sort of weird. So I will write you like normal.

I’ll tell you about my very most fun day.

It was with my brother.

I had to go to the State Park way over in Oasis Springs. That’s a whole two-hour train ride! Mom couldn’t go and Dad couldn’t go. So Devante said, “I’ll take you, squirt.”


When we first got there, one of his girlfriends came up to him. Ugh! Now I knew why he wanted to take me there!

So I said, “See ya!” and I ran off to find stuff.


I can’t tell you all about it because it’s part of that secret mission. Let’s just say it was really fun and really hard and I did great!

Then when I was so tired, I went back to the Visitor’s Center, and there was my brother, talking to the park gardener. It was so awesome.

We learned all about how to make candy from prickly pear fruit!


Then we went out to the picnic table and got hamburgers that this nice guy cooked up to share with everybody! He was really nice and really funny, and the hamburgers were delicious!

He said they didn’t taste like elephants, and I said I wished they did, and he said, “No, you really don’t.”


I think it was the very best day I’ve ever had.

You know why?

Devante said, “Hey, kid. This was fun! We should take more trips together!”


My big brother is really neat.

Do you think you can see him from where you are?


Can you still see? Can you hear my words when I think them?

OH! I wanted to also tell you about one of my new collections! I collect other things, too, but I can’t talk about them because, you know, that secret mission thing.

But this collection is just for me and I can talk about it all day long! It’s these little funny guys all dressed up like a mad scientist and an Indian princess and a girl from anime and a little glasses guy. They’re really cute and funny. I would send you one if I could. But since there’s no time and no space where you are, I don’t think they could fit.


Instead, I’ll think of them really hard, and you can see if you get the picture, OK?

I think I will keep writing to you. Is that OK?

You’re one of my best friends.

I was going to write that I missed you, but just as the idea came into my head, I got the feeling of you smiling, so now I think I’m sitting inside your smile. And I don’t miss you at all! Can you feel me sitting there?

I’ll write again!


Your friend,


p.s. Now that you are somewhere nowhere, I will tell you my real name. It is Giuliana Kruse.

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Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Dusk 5

A reply to: A letter from Dusk


Hi, Dusk! How are you?

Has it been a long time since I wrote?

It feels to me like I wrote yesterday, but at breakfast this morning, my dad said, “When are you writing your pen pal, Squirt?”

I said, “I don’t have a pen pal named Squirt.”

And we all laughed.

Then he said, “It’s time to write,” and I said, “I wrote yesterday,” and he said, “No, that was a few weeks ago,” and I said, “Huh?”

Then my brother said, “You’ve been fishing in the swishy time-stream, Squirt!”

And I think he’s right.


I got a stomach ache from my mom’s fruit salad. She still hasn’t learned how to cook. She says it’s the fridge. But I think it’s because she buys her fruit at Fruit Mart, and she should buy from my best friend Veer the Vendor, because Veer’s fruit is best!

I went out to get a different snack because yucky fruit salad, and guess what I saw?

Billie’s dad was yelling through a big megaphone!

“Peace now! Stop the Idiocy! Stop the bureaucracy! Power to the People!”


At first I laughed because it reminded me of “Stop Bullying, Stupid!” And I thought how funny that even grown-ups will get mad and yell for peace and kindness.

But then this guy came up to me and said, “Hey, dude. Millions of people are dying every day.”

And then I felt bad.


I took my snack to where Fatima was sitting.

“Did you know millions of people die every day?” I asked her.

She said, “That’s not true. I looked it up for social studies and maybe 153,424 people die each day. That’s only part of a part of a million.”

“That’s still a lot,” I said.

“Did you ever see a dead person?” she asked.

Yeah. I did. Once I was in the alley, and I was bringing muffins to my friends that live there, and one guy was under a bunch of cardboard, and my friend said, “Stay away from him. He died last night.” I got shivers.

Fatima said that where she came from there were lots of dead people.

“It’s like no problem,” she said. “It’s like, you got life. You got death. One for one.”

But I don’t know. It makes me sad.


How is Ruby? I hope she lets you give her a rub on her belly from me.

I think that’s neat that you have a brilliant friend. Who is he or she? Maybe if your friend is really brilliant, he or she will help you get home!

I have a brilliant friend. He is my tutor Jasper.

He took me to the Reading Room at the park.


We were looking for information on this thing I’ve got to do for one of my other pen pals. It’s a secret, so I can’t really tell you the details. I didn’t even tell Jasper. I just said, “Jasper, how do I find rocks? How do I find metal?”

And because it’s Jasper’s job to help me find out stuff, he didn’t even ask, “Why do you want to know?”, like grown-ups always do. He just said, “Let’s do some research, Giuliana.”

So we looked in old musty books.

Then I found a book on magic. I looked up “Time” in the index. And then I looked up “Wishes” in the index. They didn’t have an entry about wishes.

But under time, I found some spells for speeding up time and slowing down time.

I tried the one for slowing down, and then it felt like I was in the Reading Room forever.


It was neat because the Reading Room is my favorite place and Jasper is one of my favorite people, and I thought I wanted that moment to be forever.


But then I remembered that I wanted to write to you, so I did the speed-up spell and now here I am! Do you think if I cast a spell on the letter, you’ll get it yesterday?

Oh, yeah. Mom says, “Remember my pen pal manners.”

So, OK. How are you? How is Olive? How is Ophelia? Did you eat Mac-n-Cheese today?

I hope that you are filled with as much happy thoughts as the sky is filled with as much happy stars!

Do you think people would stop dying if we filled all of the universe with happiness? Or is it like Fatima says, “One for one”?



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Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Dusk 4

A reply to: A letter from Dusk


Hi, Dusk! Guess what? I have great news! My tutor told me all about time and now I know about the wrinkles!

Oh, I guess you’re wondering about how I got a tutor.

Well, last Tuesday, the teacher told me to go out of the class and into the office next to the principal’s. I didn’t want to go, because it was reading time, and she’s reading aloud to us “The Horse and His Boy,” which I absolutely love. Have you read it? You should! Because it’s about friends. So I think you wouldn’t feel so lonely.

She said, “No, Giuliana, you have to go because this is important.” Oops. Forget I wrote that and pretend that she said, “No, Tazer.”

So I went. In the little office was this guy. He called himself Dr. Sanchez. And he said I was there for a test that my parents had said I could take. But it wasn’t a test. It was more like a conversation with a whole bunch of questions. Maybe you could say it was an interrogation.

For example, he asked me, “Do you know what ‘ochre’ means”

And I said, “Do you mean ‘ogre,’ like the troll that lives under the bridge, only bigger and fiercer and with a g, or ‘ochre’ like the color of a spoon of mustard mixed with two drops of ketchup and with a c h?”

“I was thinking of the color,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied, “what about it?”

But he wanted to move on to shapes, like trochoid and stuff.

Anyway, two days later, my mom and dad said they got a call from school, and now on Thursday and Tuesday afternoons, I go to see a special tutor at his house.

“Is it because I ask so many questions that they think I’m dumb?” I asked my parents. And my mom sighed, and my dad laughed and mussed my hair.

“It’s because you ask so many questions they think you’re smart,” he said. “This is a special tutor who can help you in ways the school can’t, so that you can learn all you’re capable of learning!”

Like math! Isn’t that exciting?

And, guess what? The house where my tutor lives? It’s down by the wharf in the Spice District where I go to watch stars with my dad!


So one day, I’m going to stay late and my dad will pick me up, and we’ll get fish and chips and watch stars and I will look for the shooting star from you.

Oh. I told my dad what you said about how a shooting star is a smile from the past, and he said, “That’s right. Because it takes billions of years for the light from stars to travel here to us, so it truly is from the past.”

When I went to the tutor’s house on Thursday, he said, “Do you want to play math games?” And of course I did.


But when we took a break and he was making snack–he makes really good oatmeal cookies, by the way, with lots of Ceylon cinnamon and real sweet sparkly raisins, and no nuts, unless I want them–I asked him about time.

“How can somebody go through time and end up in the past?” I asked him.

He said something about theoretically speed something-something, and I didn’t understand it. Then he said, he didn’t buy that theory.

He said, “What I think is more like a blanket.”


“Some people think of time as a stream,” he said. “But I think of it as a blanket.”

He told me to imagine a blanket spread out on the floor. My mom wouldn’t like that.

“How about a picnic blanket on the lawn, then?” he asked.

She’d like that.

So we imagined a picnic blanket spread out on the lawn. Just for simplicity of imagination, he said to imagine it blue, but the color didn’t really matter.

So there it was.

Then he said, “Now imagine that this blanket is time. You can walk from one end to the next, in a straightforward fashion.”

Then he pinched his fingers. “Now imagine that the blanket has wrinkles in it, where one part touches another. If you are walking from one end to the next, and you come upon one of these wrinkles, you can skip over a segment of time and end up backwards, in the past.”

And you know what, Dusk? At that very moment, it made perfect sense to me!


I think whatever pulled you there pulled you through a wrinkle! So now, all we got to do is map another wrinkle and pull you back.

It’s OK if it takes a lot of time because you’ll be skipping segments. Maybe I’ll be the same age as you when you come back and we can go to college together! Would you like that? I want to study electro-magnetic-something-something, but Dad says, with my questions I keep asking, I should study quantum physics.

Right now, I’m practicing adding and subtracting and multiplying and dividing as quick as possible, because, you know. Lightning speed.


Oh! I almost forgot! The other day, when I was in the square near my house, I saw my tutor. He was with Meadow, the art vendor who is in our club NOW! And he said, “Guiliana [pretend he said, “Tazer.”], I would like you to meet my niece, Meadow!”

“I already know her!” I said. So now you know that my new tutor is the uncle of someone in our club. Isn’t that awesome? So what he says must be true! Because, I also made a rule that our club is about telling the truth. Do you like that rule?


Oh, dang! I forgot and wrote this all about me again. Poop. (Oh, sorry. The club also has a rule, “Don’t say ‘poop.'”) But we can say “Boogers!”

Anyway. Questions about you: How is the dog? That is so cool that you have a dog that comes to visit you. I never see dogs in the city. Only pigeons, cockroaches, and rats. Boogers.

Do you really like mac and cheese best of all?

You asked if I believe in magic. I don’t. But I believe in mathematics, and math is very magical, so it’s as if I did believe in magic, anyway. Do you believe in mathematics?

I hope that’s enough questions because I’m sleepy. I get to see my tutor tomorrow.

Hope you find something that makes you smile, like a shooting star from my time! Is that possible? Or do shooting stars only come from the past.

Thank you for being my friend and I hope you feel happy.

–Tazer 1541z

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Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Dusk 3

A reply to: A letter from Dusk

Hi, Dusk!

Your letter made me feel sad and happy. Happy because you think I’m a good pen pal! 🙂

And sad because you miss your mom. How come she’s not with you? Does she know where you are? When will you get to go home and see her?

I like the dancing with the lampshade helmet part! You’re funny!


Right now my favorite thing to do is to play chess with Dad. That’s because I am studying to be a mathematician and Dad says mathematicians need to be good at solving problems, which is exactly what chess is.

Sometimes, I can see the stars. It’s hard to see them in the Art District because the buildings are taller than the sky (that’s why they call them “sky-scrapers,” my dad says), and also because it’s really bright here, even at night. The museum has lights on all the time.

But sometimes my dad takes to me to Spice District at night, and we walk out to look at stars.


We see them shining over the bay and over the hills on the other side of the bay.

I told my dad what you said about the stars being one billion and ten billion years old. My dad said, “Yeah.” He knew this. He said they discover new stars all the time, and most of them are so far away that you can’t see them, even with a telescope.

I asked him how they discovered them if they couldn’t see them.


He said, “Mathematics.”

He went on to talk about exploring through mathematics and how it lets you understand everything that is a mystery.

I think now that I want to be a mathematician because that’s the kind of explorer-hero that is in the world now. It’s like this day’s Perseus.


So I’m doing lots of math.

I wonder if math can help to understand the mystery of where you are. I’m not good at math yet, except for additions, multiplication, division, subtraction, and square roots.


I asked my dad how to get good at the math that solves mysteries.

He said, “Start by asking lots of questions.”

Here are some of the questions I’m asking:

What is time?

What does time have to do with a clock?

If I didn’t have a clock, would I still have time?

Do plants have time? (The answer is yes because they know when to have flowers and leaves and when the leaves should fall off and when to let go of new seeds and sprout into new plants.)

Does the ocean have time? (I think maybe yes because waves are like clock ticks, but then I think no because the ocean is endless and has been around forever. But my dad says, no, it hasn’t been around forever. Just a really long time.)

Is the tick-tick of my heart like the tick of a clock? But what about a digital clock that has electricity and not a tick? My mom says that the heart has electricity and it is electro-magnet-something-something that makes it beat. So, is time electric?


What do you think, Dusk?

Oh! I changed the name of our club to “Now!” If you want, we can write it like this: NOW! Do you think that’s a good idea, or is it too shout-y?

I’m glad that even though you’re somewhere else we can still write to each other!

I hope you don’t miss your mom. That’s got to be the worst.


Your buddy in addition-subtraction-multiplication-squareroots-and-questions!

–Tazer 1541z

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Forgotten Art: Giuliana – Dusk 1

In response to: Dusk Mann’s Profile and Open Letter


Hi, Dusk! First I read your letter. Then I read your profile. Then I said, I want to be your pen pal.

So, good news! You don’t have to be lonely anymore!

My mom says, if you have a friend, you don’t have to be lonely.

We live in the City. The buildings are super tall. People live in all of them. So you might guess that the City is always really crowded. But it’s not. I know where to go when I want to have adventures, like the kind you can only have when you’re alone.

Dad used to live in a valley with mountains all around, and he says he sometimes pretends that the buildings are mountains.


Not me, though. To me, they’re buildings. I think maybe if I were in the mountains, I would pretend the mountains were buildings, big tall apartment buildings with trolls living in them!

Maybe mountains really are apartment buildings for trolls. Do you think so?


I wish you had gone to my school. Here’s why. I’m the coordinator for a club called “Stop Bullying, Stupid!”

Well, right now I’m the only member, but I’m working on recruiting.

See, I want to get Max to join, because face it. He’s the biggest bully, sometimes. And I figure that if the bully were the captain of Stop Bullying, Stupid, then he wouldn’t bully anymore. See?

Pretty good idea, huh?

It’s elementary!


Kids at school are mean to me, sometimes, but I sort of don’t care.

I mean, like my mom says, “If you’ve got one friend, you don’t have to be lonely.”

And I’ve got friends everywhere!


Because I need kids in Stop Bullying, Stupid, I decided I would try to make kid friends. So far, it’s not going too well, but it’s not going too bad, either.

See, Lucas likes me.


He tells me our club should be called “Rain Boots are Better,” or maybe “Better Boots.”

Because we both wear boots.

I said, “How about if we call it, ‘Boot the Bullies, Stupid!’?”


He said that was a good name and we could call it that if he would let him kiss me.

What? Yuck!

I am not up for kissing. Stop Kissing, Stupid! That’s my next club.


Ugh! All this letter and I haven’t even told you what I want to be! I want to be a pirate.

Don’t laugh! My brother told me he read about real life pirates even now, and they’re not just on the Internet. They’re in hidden waters off the coast of Madagascar.


How about you? What do you want to be?

I hope you want to be my pen pal.


Happy, happy, cheerful smiles… or as they say on hidden seas, “Argh!”

–Tazer 1541Z
President Select
“Stop Bullying, Stupid,” AKA “Boot the Bully, Boot-head”

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