Truman creative response

Dear Truman

My heart is in torture and torment as endless tears embody a flowing drift down my right cheek. I do not understand what is happening to me. My soul is constantly excruciated as I feel the jolts and wounds of Seahaven backfiring on me. Seahaven was indeed a battlefield. My creation, the world that I have created for you, my son, has proved not be as stable and perfect as I would have thought. The crazed world of Seahaven has become nothing but a tragic memory for those who watch, control and live in it. It has turned out to be hell and chaos not only for you but for me as well, and I can now understand that. I know that my actions can not be justified by vain excuses, but god did not create man to be flawless. We are not perfect, and nothing can change that. I aspired to do what god did not do, and you were my chance to show it. All that I wanted for you was to be as perfect as possible. I sought to give you a good life, free from conflict and contention. I put you in a ...