Dear Diane,
If you really want to run the International Rocket Ship Conference, you should. Just know, I am going to hack the event and it’s going to be a disaster. I’m not sorry I did it, but sorry you got caught up in it. You seem nice.
-An Anti-Combustion Activist
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PO Box 159 at the Brooksdale Post Office is a bit unusual. Every week, it receives letters from many different people from many different times in the future. Many times, the letters are well-wishes and advice from the loved ones of people of our time. Other times, there are dire warnings.
No one seems to know how or why these letters started coming to PO Box 159. They simply appear. The future these letters describe seems to be in constant flux; one day the year 2098 sounds like a dystopian hellscape, the next day a letter will appear describing a garden of Eden.
Emma Reilly, the owner of PO Box 159, shares the letters she receives through this blog every Tuesday.
Meg A. Mars 