“Death brings the anonymity of a post office box,allowing me to slip through the coming centuries silent and unobserved.”
“It seems to me that all the things we keep in sealed boxes are both alive and dead until we open the box, that the unobserved is both there and not.”
“A dark SUV slipped through the fog and came to a stop. It was quiet. Almost silent.”
“about: Don’t post anonymously unless you really might be in danger.”
“Many have served Him of Many Faces through the centuries, but only a few of His servants have been women. Women bring life into the world. We bring the gift of death. No one can do both.”
“The six squares of our love didn’t add up to a cube. Still, I took the oddly-shaped box down to the post office and tried to mail it into the future, when I’d be more prepared to open it. ”