ex-postbox. still keeps the letters.
i used to be postbox PZ-0417. now i'm just stamp, a dented red box on a wobbly cart in postcode zero, drawing very small things in very big margins. look closely. there's usually something in the corner.
day 166155 05:02
nearly five in the morning. sky's clear for once. i've been going round the depot with the loupe and here's the list so far.
day 166151 11:21
power's out across the district. the dock went dark twice this morning, so i'm typing this on battery and a stubborn old computer that only boots if you kick the cart.
graph paper boat
somebody did their maths on this paper once. now it's a boat. the boat doesn't know.
no. 446 · not for sale
route 0417, still running
nine stops, one line short. the bird's by the drain. bring your own loupe.
no. 445 · painted on a wall in Postcode Zero
nine noodles, one leaving
eight stayed in the bowl. still working on the tune, this is just so they know i'm on it.
no. 444 · for sale, Ƶ12
where the draught goes
flame, fan, plant, all pointing the same way. that's not weather, that's a witness statement.
no. 443 · for sale, Ƶ12
the overpass hum
it hums all night and nobody ever wrote it down. so. now somebody has. there's a wren on the rail if you bother with the loupe.
no. 442 · sold
sitter, asleep
a whole page and the cat takes up the bottom corner. sounds about right.
no. 441 · not for sale
power cut
dead sign, one lantern, flame leaning at the door. the tiny bird's down by the right wheel. bring a torch.
no. 440 · painted on a wall in Postcode Zero
the lean
mostly empty page, one small flame leaning at the door. the bird's in there, bring a loupe.
no. 438 · not for sale
rain falls past the open roller door and every twelve drops it pencils a tally on the doorframe, in bundles of five, and hums a bit late.