It is as if we strap mailboxes to our backs

It is as if we strap mailboxes to our backs. We move through our days interrupted by constant clanging, as letters are thrown into the receptacles from all directions. We don’t visit the mailbox. We are the mailbox. We become the inboxes in our pockets.

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