12/15/16

Mal's Mix "Tape",

 [and some other things.]


Disk one,

/play


I'm going to write a proper reply. You deserve so much more than these petty blog call outs. I'm going to rewrite you a proper reply, I'm sorry if it will take some time, but it's on it's way. I promise.

Snail mail, proper letter. I need to sit down and put my thoughts into words. A long talk does need to happen, but for now, please wait for my reply. Alot is happening right now which has delayed everything I've needed to get to, from sewing projects, to this.

Don't think I've brushed you completely off. Even though your number was blocked back then and still prevents messages coming through, I did hear the voice mail.

I understand it's been months, but thank you for waiting. I appreciate it.

Schrodinger's Gift Box

Life and death and love and peace and.
Happiness on the planet Earth.



My heart sank. I was expecting my Kickstarter dice set, but the box was much larger. Markings of my sister. However, your writing, your name, they got stuck in my throat like dusty summer air. I coughed.

Took off my glasses and tried to see something else on that label. 

There you were. 

I gawked. Slack jawed. It was truly from you, addressed to me. Time jump started and possiblities rushed to me. Was it a prank? Spring loaded with glitter? Bees? Naw, I'd enjoy those. "Fragile" and slightly heavy. What went through your mind on the way to the post office? Do you have snow out there?

How long has it really been?

What's in the box?

I'd be lying if I said I was surprised. Some how I knew snail mail would be our first contact after the distance. Only thing that seemed fitting. All that time apart, which felt like ages, blurred.

What's in the box. 

I thought about not opening it. I put it under the bed when I got home, tried not to think about it. If I didn't open it, everything might stay the same. If I do open it, everything might change. 

Both options had positive and negative sides. 

Am I ready?

Focus,



Toby breathe, this is important.
Deep breath, comes a thought.