#LettersFromaFuture #35

Dear Christos,

I know you think wearing a goofy tie to your first TV interview will show off your funny, lighthearted side. You’re wrong. Don’t do it. You don’t want it to be your last TV interview.

-You

*****

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.

#LettersFromaFuture #34

Dear Anti-Trust Legislators,

The concept of ‘free markets’ only works if the markets are actually free. Don’t fall asleep on the job when your descendants are counting on you.

-The recently terminated and unemployable Big Corp Employee #27985424322107695413

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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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #33

Dear Katya,

I love your illness-identifying device. It is a truly groundbreaking product that will help doctors like me diagnose diseases quicker, even a hundred years after your death. Before you die though, could you find a way to make it run on battery power? Reliable electricity access is rarer in the future than it is in your present.

Thank you again, Dr. Chen

*****

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.

#LettersFromaFuture #32

Dear Ken,

Wait until after the Lions win the Superbowl before you get that tattoo.

-The tattoo parlor owner who doesn’t want to deal with your frivolous lawsuit ten years from now

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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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #31

Dear Lupe,

Don’t worry too much about that spelling bee. Ignore my last letter. It will all work out in the end. Enjoy being a child.

Love, the happy Dr. Lupe

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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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #30

Dear Lupe,

Thesaurus is spelled T-H-E-S-A-U-R-U-S. Remember that for the spelling bee. You don’t know it now, but that bee and the scholarship money for the winner will be your only chance for college.

-Adult minimum-wage earning you

*****

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.

#LettersFromaFuture #29

Dear Current Postmaster,

Please make sure no inter-dimensional spam letters reach their intended recipient. You’re allowed to read through time-traveling mail to ensure that the fabric of reality isn’t severed because of a boiler room marketing operation.

Best, the Postmaster 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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #28

Dear Luna,

Go to http://www.iwantatelevision.com right now. Don’t question why. The consequences will reveal themselves in time.

-A friend

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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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture for more letters.

#LettersFromaFuture #27

Dear Army of Teen Edge Lords (and Edge Ladies),

Congratulations, you got what you always wanted. There is no more government. No one to pay taxes to, or have elections for, or who will maintain the roads, or who will keep the electricity running. Are you happy now?

-Your starving, freezing descendants

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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 morning. Check out @meg_a_mars or #LettersFromaFuture and stay tuned for news about the upcoming ebook!

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