aww, how i adore this story.
hear this: there’s a small-ish salvage company called Second Use in Seattle, and when they removed a lintel, they found a note dated 1973, addressed to a “Future Man” by Jack Barbour, the man who originally worked on this space.
there’s a lot of notes from me in this world, written on a piece of a newspaper, hidden behind a closet in a hot, dusty hotel room in India, one hopefully still floating somewhere towards China, towards which i sent it in a plastic bottle sometime in 1989.. a blissful time when i hadn’t yet been carrying the unbearable weight of the thought, that i’m massively polluting the world by my childishly selfish acts.
i wonder who’ll discover my notes someday, will they pay attention to them, and if their stories will ever find their way back to me. i really hope they will!!
what would you leave for the “Future Man” the next time you got a chance?
