The Letters and Tapes of Theodore Winters
Theodore Winters (my grandfaher) left behind a small blue box of heart wrenching letters and mysterious tapes after he passed away. The letters are written to his late wife (?) Mary and the tapes are not what they say they are, but mere vessels for terribly haunting music originally created by him (?) on reel-to-reel tape (?) in the late 1950s and early 1960s.
This site is to preserve these letters and tapes and offer everyone a glimpse into the life of a man searching for meaning in the void.
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Mary,
I see it all so clearly, the way it used to be. And then the way it isn't. Something's been broken, something in m...
September 3, 1956
Mary,
The gate's nearly lost beneath the serpentine weeds. They twist around it, clawing up the fence, trying to reach y...
December 4, 1958
Mary,
I keep calling out for you in the night. I know you can't answer, but I still do it.
Please don't make me dream al...
December 17, 1959
Mary,
The finality of your absence is sinking in. I am submerged in a murky black ocean, and I am running out of breath....
July 2, 1961
Mary,
It's happening, and I don't know how to stop it. I can still hear your voice sometimes, but it's quieter now. I se...