Dear Elodie,

So, your cult is very intriguing. I love the parts about using a garden as a metaphor for life. Love the parts where your supplicants garden themselves. Less enthused about the ‘tears of our enemies’ being used to water them. Also not a fan of the money laundering. Can you just stop yourself before it gets that far?

-A former supplicant, who also wants to point out that tears are salt-water based

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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 (mostly) every Tuesday.