
If you're reading this, it means my diligent attempts to make contact have succeeded, thanks to the sacrifice and dedication of our brothers in urban agriculture. It has been ages since my loyal followers have heard from me, and for that I apologize. For now, all I can tell you is that there are elements of power and oppression within our own government that wish to silence me... and my crops.
As I write this from the confines of my cell - huddled, cold, quivering and immersed in total darkness - I maintain my sanity with meditation, introspection, and sketching my surroundings. Corn willing, these drawings will have survived the same journey as this letter.
This is all I can write for now, my captors are returning from down the hall. My hope is that my brothers will soon be releasing "the lost chronicles" that were thought to be destroyed during the raid. Until my freedom is restored, grow strong and sturdy my friends!
- T








