Dear Chester
- Mar 14, 2024
- 4 min read
Updated: 2 days ago
Every morning at 7am, Eustace Govern walks 3.4 miles to the Blue Jay Café opposite the local hospital. It’s an antiquity, like its elderly clientele, because it boasts computer stations. Eustace sits all alone engrossed in the screen, not speaking with anyone, save to order a black coffee when he arrives at 8am and a white coffee with a jam tart at 2.45pm before leaving at 5pm. A curious barista logged on to see what he was doing. Eustace’ search history revealed only one name, Chester B. Simkiln and saved on the desktop, he found this letter from Eustace, addressed to Chester.
