Dear Nate,

Just turn on the lights. Or light a candle. Or get some of those solar ones that come on automatically. It’s as simple as that. The dark is making you sad. Of course, that’s partially because the transmutated super-giant badgers try to break in in the dark and then you have to fight them off and then can’t sleep. But also, light is just nice. So when it starts to get dark, just turn on the light. It’ll be better for everyone.

Your neighbor, sick of cleaning up badger corpses in the morning

*****

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.