#LettersFromaFuture #53

Dear Alex,

When you’re on your deathbed, you will regret not slowing down to smell the roses, and not taking time to enjoy life. It’s not too late—live a life that is fun to look back on in your golden years.

-Your future self

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #52

Dear Alex,

When you’re on your deathbed, you will regret living such an impulsive life, never building anything for yourself. It’s not too late—become a person you can be proud of later in life.

-Your future self

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #51

Dear Mirabel,

Don’t hide Dad’s Father’s Day present on the top shelf. You know it is delicate and you know you are clumsy and afraid of heights. Do the math. What do you think is going to happen?

You, a week from now

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #50

Dear Omar,

Do not take Toby the Turtle with you when you leave for college. Curtis wants him anyways, and even though he’s younger and a pain in your neck, he’ll take care of Toby. Your roommates will think that Toby smells, and will try to kill him. It’s safer for Toby if you leave him with Curtis.

Your future self

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #49

Dear Mom,

If you decide to adopt a robot cat, don’t get a cheap model. Those were from the first version, back when the manufacturers still thought people would want a litter box experience.

Kelly

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #48

Dear Simon,

Install a security system for your greenhouse. People know you as the local gardener. They’ll target you when the famines come.

Your future upstairs tenant

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #47

Dear Tony,

Congratulations on being chosen to serve on Earth’s first intergalactic space crew! Please insist that you want to bring bug spray. Lie, tell them you want to study its composition in space, that it reminds you of home, whatever. Just make sure you bring it. You’re going to need it.

Your remorseful quartermaster

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #46

Dear Theresa,

Save every receipt. I mean every receipt. Decades down the road your cousin will accuse you of mishandling your mother’s estate. Do not throw a single receipt out. Do not let that leech win.

-Your attorney ten years in the future

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #45

Dear Sara,

I am no longer capable of living in comfort, knowing that you never got that chance. I wish I could have done something that could have saved you, but maybe I can save the next little girl. I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry.

Love from someone who read your story in the news

*****

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 my Twitter account every Tuesday morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

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