back when I was young and foolish i printed 16×20 photographs and cut them up and mailed them out as post cards to friends. sometimes they’d arrive, sometimes those of irregular size and shape would be shredded returned so I’d repackage them to be forwarded to their destination. those shredded cards were works of art.
mr boot would bring me the random post card from the campground at dead sheep creek, or being sent from Mars with cuniform, a secret code or random gibberish, and it probably didn’t phase him, he’d delivered post cards for 30 years. I used to keep one of these cards on the fridge. it was like the random call I saved on the answering machine. maybe someday I’d figure out who sent it to me.
do someone a favor in these interesting times. instead of an email take something you made and stick a stamp and address on it and send it to someone who would least expect it.
seize the day!
