From K
In all my time thinking and thrushing, pulsing about, constantly clicking click after click after click, glancing down at that clear, minimized window – the notifications, the numerical increases pointing up to the fact that I, K., just received another piece of mail.
Amid my excitement came confusion where I asked myself, “Who is Josef Nmbago-R. and how did he get my email address,” digging deep into the back of my brain as I attempted to place my past social gatherings and wondering when the moment was that Josef and I crossed paths, shared that moment and exchanged email addresses as if they were cold handshakes with warm intentions.
Alas I could not place him, nor the online pharmacy that I must have visited, or the sexy brunette who said she had pictures for me, all friends from a world of which I was a stranger, unless I’ve been living an alternative life all along, one string, one octave, above or below everyone else, yet regardless of which world I truly lived in, my PC lived in their world while coexisting in mine.
To bring myself back to myself and whatever life is supposed to be lived for me, I post these dispatches from friends, most of whom are desperately trying to get in touch with me but of whom I cannot place a single face to the names, to the messages, to the cries of help. Yet, is it not rude not to reply?
Deep down a reality pierces at me that it’s possible that I don’t know these people at all – and they don’t know me, but they’re infiltrating my life, my thoughts, my communication apparatus that forces upon me this 100-pound weight of invisible consumerism, making me a voyeur at my own screen. Shall I open the message that isn’t truly for K.? Shall I allow the images to penetrate my virgin inbox? Do I break that invisible wall and click on what they ask me to click, knowing that once I click I may never go back again? The only solution to this dilemma of malicious messaging may be death – fast and painful, with a letter opener if the so-called God has any sense of irony. Without death, a life of these messages, these digital beggars awaits, and they must be embraced for fear that they will otherwise drive you insane.
If anyone can tell me where I am, you can reach me at k@letterstokafka.com. Everyone else seems to be able to.
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CAPT J. ANTHONY
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Hello, I write you after proper consideration that a telephone conversation may not be the ideal medium to contact you. I got your contact through my search on the internet for a reliable person. i am in National Guard Artillery unit here in Iraq, we discovered some funds when on routine foot patrol in Khalis Iraq at companies compound. We can’t keep these funds so we want to move the funds to you to keep it for us in your safe account. The money is legit. if you are interested get back to me for details. Please reply to captanthony@globomail.com This business is risk free. Capt.J. Anthony.
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