Dear Mr. West,

I like your latest album because it is acerbic and tender and has a well-crafted auditory texture. I like you because you always do what Kan wants, and Kan has good taste even when he's upset. I thought it was nice that at the end of your concert you reminded us that even though you spend hours dancing around unaccompanied in artistic asymmetrical hoodies on complicated tilted stage outer space sets singing and rapping about your own greatness, you are still a human being who is sad about his mother dying. And that dancing around in artistic asymmetrical hoodies on complicated tilted stage outer space sets singing and rapping about your own greatness might also seem kind of silly, but it's what you like doing. Thank you for just getting out there and making it happen. You're doing a wonderful job of being you.

Sincerely,

Caitlin

P.S. The very first time I saw you, you were shooting lasers balancing on one hand wearing a cardigan and high tops in a really excellent magazine I used to buy in Germany, and I thought you were cool.