LETTER TO THE LONELIEST BILLIONAIRE

Elon,

You once said your father ‘couldn’t not be evil.’ I believe you. But when you demand employees sleep at the office or call rescue divers pedophiles,’ whose voice is speaking?

The tragedy isn’t that you’re powerful—it’s that you’re **still powerless**. Every tantrum, every Mars colony, every Trump alliance is that small boy in Pretoria, trying to engineer a world where Daddy’s fists can’t reach him.  

You’ve conquered rockets, but not this: **No amount of adoration will love the unlovable child inside you. Only grief can.   —Sylvie