I'm ignoring my emails, again. It comes and goes and is by far the weirdest thing I do (...I think. My friends of course might disagree.) I'm quite quirk-free, apart from this. Ignoring my emails.
If it would be actual correspondence it would be different, most probably. Actual paper and writing. Impractical, but wonderful. But it's not actual paper, or actual anything. It's the virtual world, and the non-existence letters just arriving to this virtual address. Ugh. Uneasy, that is what I feel about all this business.
Letters and stamps, M.
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