#LettersFromaFuture #68

Dear Erika: Just plant the garden you want on that vacant patch of land across the street. In the next ten years the city won’t have done anything with it and the food bank will be low on vegetables. -Future Erika

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

#LettersFromaFuture #67

Dear Frankie: For the love of all that is good and holy do NOT implant artificial intelligence into fire ants!!!!!! -Your terrified neighbors

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

#LettersFromaFuture #66

Dear Jeffrey: It turns out that a scientist on your street is experimenting with implanting artificial intelligence into fire ants. So maybe hold off on angering the colony that has an anthill on your lawn. -Your terrified neighbors

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

#LettersFromaFuture #65

Aria – Do not, do not, DO NOT make out with that guy who hangs out by the corner of the bar at Selkie’s. He’s just wearing a pheromone cologne that matches to your profile—you’re not actually attracted to that creep. -Future You

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

#LettersFromaFuture #64

Dear Tamsen: I know you want to buy a genetically customized pet. Hold off for a few more weeks. You’re going to fall in love with the cutest stray kitten, and you won’t want an expensive creation taking away any of its attention. -Future Tamsen

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

#LettersFromaFuture #63

Dear Rebecca: I know the decision to wear your smoke inhalation mask versus the disease prevention mask is a tough one. Tomorrow though, pick the disease prevention one. -Your hospitalized self in the future

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

#LettersFromaFuture #62

Dear Tad: Slang changes. The word ‘broseph’ might be funny in your time, but it’s a heinous slur now. Get out of the habit of saying it now, before it becomes a permanent part of your vocabulary. -Your embarrassed son

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

#LettersFromaFuture #61

Dear Zea:  Don’t take the hoverboard into work today. You’ll fall flat on your face and have to walk around the office answering questions about your black eye. -Your bruised future self

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

#LettersFromaFuture #60

Dear Marco,

The next storm is going to be the one that will wipe your home off of the map for good. Back up your hard drives for the future.

Love,

Your future daughter, who wishes she had family photos

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

#LettersFromaFuture #58

Dear Dale,

I know you’re grieving. But you need to process your emotions, not build an indestructible robot wife with a temper.

Sincerely,

One of Robo-Sarah’s Targets

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

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