Dear Mr. Bunbury,

This is really an intriguing and provoking gesture that you pose like a fake artist who can even sell the genuine works.  But my question is who would be the potential buyers, if any? For I thoroughly doubt that there exist any so called "genuine works" that can be created by a fake artist. 

The other day you insisted there must be certain kind of persons who prefer to live a double-life, the bright and the dark.  I have to say that I cannot agree more with you on that point for, just like you do, I also lead a life of two facets, or even more.   But let me add more here: even if you think you do have more personalities that may be well tailored under different circumstances or when facing difference people, the dominant sign of your temperament is one, which is the essence of your personalities shaping your own style.  The key is you actually know what it is.  Do you know what it is now?

I have dwelled upon this complex for quite a long time.  The pathetic and annoying fact is that I, special as someone may boast, may find myself in an embarrassing position of self-reflection that I am not special at all.  I cannot hold the last straw that may link to my final strength with which I can be strong enough to become a carefree person.  Unfortunately, however, I have to admit that in most occasions, I care about lots of things, but sadly in a way of pretending not to care at all.  I cannot be honest with myself.

You know me perfectly well, but you cannot change me in the least degree.  That's a gloomy side of our relationship; but it is also a bright side of life: it keeps you an intact self, without any outer invasion into your mind.  We know life perfectly, but we cannot lead a life that is dominated by ourselves.  We have to accept it as we are apt to perform a contract which is executed under our own seals.  In this sense, life is a contract entered into by you and your bunburyist partner.  You both have to observe it and if any breach by either party, the other one shall bear the liabilities accordingly.

What are the liabilities that the contract expects you to fulfil? My short answer is just like the captioned title - those trivial ones.  Accept it or not, life is trivial. No matter what the way of living you would choose; no matter what attitude you may hold, life is full of those trivial things there awaiting your reactions.  This, of course, is not a subject where words may find his proper power.  It is a field of imagination - when the right person meets the right companion.  That is all.