Letters Never Sent

Over the years I have sent myself mail, by way of a diary entry, or at least begun to compose mail to myself. Some of it was good, most of it was not. Some dealt with subjects I would gladly revisit, others dealt with times and places I'd rather leave in the past.

Nonetheless I need to give these writings voice before they are lost for good. Some only exist as unsent mail messages, living on a mail server somewhere. Others are carefully saved on disk. I now post them here.