Occupation of the Mind
The Letter
To whomever finds me:
I’m sorry I’ve left you with this. There was no other way to prevent burdening someone else, but I promise this is the last time. I hope I’m properly contained—it is my hope that I can be dealt with easily. Please deal with my body in the most convenient way possible: you can dispose of me with the rest of the trash if acceptable. I don’t require ceremony or burial. I have no family to notify—I don’t want anyone wasting time searching. Don’t feel any obligation towards me. It’s best I’m paid as little attention as possible.
The incident in the holosuite at Quark’s had been an accident, but I’m sorry I hadn’t passed then. It made everyone feel as if they had to watch me and I hadn’t wanted to inconvenience anyone. Though, I suppose it was for the best. I would have caused even more problems for Quark if I had died. I suppose then, I’m sorry I passed out and couldn’t return to my room on my own, and troubled everyone. No one was supposed to know.
The items on the table are gifts from Gul Dukat. Please return them. He used his money, so he should have them back. You may let him know what became of me so he knows that he can never again reach me.
Please use my money to see to any costs associated with my body or the room. If there’s anything left, please give it to Quark. It was his in the first place, so I think it’s right that it go back to him. I want him to know his generosity and sensitivity to me meant the world. He was the closest to a friend I had on this station.
Tell Mr. Garak, the tailor, thank you for being so kind and patient with me. I’ve never worn something so nice in my life. It is a truly wonderful garment. I’m only sorry that I cannot shine in it. And I’m sorry that the surprise occasion is so unexciting. It deserved better.
-Tamir