Dear Vanessa,

If you go out to spray paint tonight, what ends up happening is that you will get caught and have to deal with the repercussions of that.

Your mural will be there 20 years later since nobody will bother painting over it.

You won’t have a degree on your wall.

You missed prom with me.

But would we have lasted anyways?

I don’t know. Just wanted you to have all the information before you do what you want to do tonight.

Love,

Miles

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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.