To Volcanoes (at Gmail), with Love
What a strange place the internet is, where we can reach a stranger by the slip of a key—or get their mail.
I hovered my mouse over the sender, a man named Bruce. His icon, a photo of a poorly docked sailboat, didn’t give me any clues, and neither did his no-nonsense bio: “I’m retired.” I didn’t know any Bruces, retired or not. I figured Bruce’s message was a goof—one of many that have found their way to me because my email address is volcanoes at gmail dot com.
That’s a half-truth. The full truth is too long-winded for the kind of small talk you’re expected to make with strangers.
obviously.I wish I had a better story, like that I studied volcanology in my spare time, or was inspired after summiting Cotopaxi. I also wish I’d just grabbed my own name, or, at the very least, that I could go back in time and tell myself to use a more professional email address for my college applications.
Let me know what you think :D,
We’re right on the edge everything is pretty good so far lot of solvers lawn helicopters Lonnie vacuolation where’s it’s in morningsThe first bit was straightforward enough, but I had trouble deciphering the rest. “Vacuolation” looks like an obvious typo for evacuation; a friend theorized that “solvers” could be autocorrect for sulphur, and “Lonnie” for Leilani Estates.
Part of me wants to send him a message apologizing for all the errant emails he’s received over the last decade, but that would be just another unwanted message.
I think you wanted Francis, I’ve cc’d him,So, I make games and live in Guatemala, I’m not a doctor; who were you trying to invite to your party? Was it David or Francis?
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