Usually spam email impresses me with its creativity but not particularly with its insight or understanding.
Last week, however, I received a spam email with the subject heading “landlord cookie therapist.” And I thought, my God, that is exactly what I need. The body of the message turned out to be indecipherable even with considerable mental effort, so eventually I gave up, trusting that no matter what was on offer it was probably not something that in the end would bring me true and lasting happiness.
And then yesterday I got a message ostensibly from one Existentialist Q. Narcissist.
And I thought, wait, how did I send myself an email without realizing it?
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