I put the first two paragraphs into GPT-3 AI textbot and I kind of like the absurd results (in italics):
Dear Love,
Seeing you again today has got me thinking. We are at that stage in life where it’s death — funerals, wakes, memorial services — that draws us together.
Should we wait for someone else to die to get together again? For some unknown reason the thought of you taking singing lessons in Bishkek crossed my mind this morning. I hope you are still singing, opening windows and laughing at our absurdities.
Love,
Gigi
A’s Reply
Dear Gigi,
I am sorry. I will not sing again. I am not laughing, either.
I am reading a book on the history of the Furies. My favourite Fury is Allecto. She is the one who delights in stirring up strife and discord — which is what I am doing.
I am staring out the window. I am thinking of you.
Love,
A.
Gigi’s Reply
Dear A.,
I woke up at 3:00 a.m. thinking about the funeral you went to. I know what you mean. I am not even sure who dies anymore. I am not even sure who I am anymore.
Do you know what happened to the Furies? I have been wondering.
Love,
Gigi
*A's Reply*
Dear Gigi,
I wish I knew what happened to the Furies. I wish I knew what happened to you and me.
Love,
A.
