Category: Letters From a Future

#LettersFromaFuture #90

Dear Bobby,

Sharing is caring. And by that I mean sharing your *own* wealth and *not* your “Best Advice to Give Your Robot Butler” book. C’mon man, don’t waste everyone’s time by writing this nonsense.

-A librarian at an underfunded public library

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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.

#LettersFromaFuture #89

Dear Cecily,

I know you were told not to believe in magic, that it’s all fairy tales. Well I am from the future and am telling you–believe. There’s going to be a scientific report that comes out in fifteen years on this. All I’ll say for now is that it’s important that you keep up the practice!

-Your future student, who wants a better teacher

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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.

#LettersFromaFuture #88

Dear Raquel,

Don’t think I forgot about that day, when we stood under the old oak tree by the schoolyard. When you told me that you’d love me forever and ever. I always remembered.

Love you too,

Your kindergarten boyfriend

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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.

#LettersFromaFuture #87

Dear Emma,

Just because you’re on vacation, doesn’t mean these letters won’t stop coming. Share them out as you get them, even if they are delayed!

-The Postmaster

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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.

#LettersFromaFuture #86

Dear Lillian,

Treatment sounds scary. But it’s 2087, it’s a lot better than it used to be. Don’t let your fear of hospitals prevent you from getting the best healthcare possible. The five-minute procedure will add twenty years that your family wants to enjoy with you!

-Your family ❤

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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 every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #85

Dear Deacon,

Your herb garden is gorgeous. Your growth formula is incredible. But could you PLEASE not put the growth formula you developed for the military in a spray bottle next to the basil?!?!

-Your house-sitter, battling a basil plant

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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 every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #84

Dear Adrianna,

I think it’s so great that you’re developing organic makeup made from plants native to your area. I don’t want to downplay that–it’s really great. Maybe just take some extra time to research the native plants in your area before you launch your product line though. Your green eye shadow is *made from POISON OAK*!!!

-A very itchy customer

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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 every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #83

Dear Robin,

You claim to be a historian. Oh yeah? Tell me about 2177 or 3592 AD? You can’t? That’s what I thought.

-A student from the future, who knows you couldn’t possibly know about that, but who is fed up with reading your pedantic nonsense nonetheless

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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 every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #77

Dear Anna,

The deadline is TUESDAY the 27th. TUESDAY. T-U-E-S-D-A-Y!!!!!!! Do not forget this, it could change your life!!!!!

-Don’t forget!

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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 every Tuesday.

#LettersFromaFuture #76

Dear Pinky,

Just wear your dang helmet! The asteroids don’t care how cute your hair looks!

The Bureau of Asteroid Victims

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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 every Tuesday.

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