packages raze every day he has a package delivered to his front_door. even on weekends. even on holidays. i used to wonder if he was ordering used books like i was back when reading books was a thing i still had the energy to do. if he's assembling something in pieces, it must be a massive undertaking. maybe he just likes having a bit of mail that isn't a bill or an advertisement to look forward to, so he orders random things he doesn't need every night while trying not to turn into roadkill on the information superhighway. maybe his dead wife is writing him letters and disguising them as larger, less meaningful things. maybe i'll ask him someday. 231003 what's it to you? who go blather from