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Over the next fortnight or so I am going to post images of 'cards' I might or might not have sent myself on the occasion of the turn of the year. Through the mail. In truth, I only sent myself one thing. Which was it? Was it one of these?
Possibilities include: cards I made; cards I bought; things, just things, stamped or stuffed in envelopes; living things; art postal; last requests; insulting and illiterate phantasmagorias written in correcting pencil; naked mail; hate literature; or other missives from the grim, tubercular alleys.
#1: A Death Threat
I encourage you, small-stakes bettors, to contact me by phone at all hours (ET) at 201.704.0318, or to e-mail me repeatedly at email@example.com, to confide your early intuitions.