Fiona Apple - letter to santa

주말 저녁, 불신하는 남성에게 편지를 쓰는 주인공은 서로의 시각 차이를 언급하며 인간 관계와 크리스마스의 의미에 의문을 제기한다
자신이 바라는 것 리스트를 작성하면서 삶의 복잡성과 사랑의 헛됨을 직시한다
결국, 크리스마스가 사기라고 단언하며 진정한 소통의 필요성을 강조한다

It’s 8pm on a Saturday, and I'm writing to a man in whom I have no faith. Yet still I write because of some uncontrollable naïveté swelling in my belly like an alien child in my human womb. Growing. And kicking. And needing to be released. And so I write.
Here's the thing, Santa.
You and I don't have much in common. We don't see eye to eye. But really, does anyone see eye to eye? Or are we all just looking in different directions, missing eye contact by fractions of inches, walking around looking, never really seeing, and missing the point of this whole game?
Is it even a game?
And if so, is it a game I want to play?
Then again, maybe the game is playing us.
You see where I'm going with this.
Here's my list:
1. A painting of a sparrow perched on a human skeleton.
2-25. Life experience.
26. The wedding dresses of 1,000 women who never followed through.
Christmas is bullshit.
Love,
Fiona