New Email
I stayed up until one-thirty playing games with Ana. The next morning I went through my inbox and realized it was beyond saving—three years of pure spam. Viagra, donations, concerned inquiries about skin conditions I don’t have. The filters gave up long ago. The spam’s too smart now.
So I’m switching to something fresh. The public address stays the same, but everything personal is moving to a new one. If you want it, ask me directly. The old one dies in a week or so.
It doesn’t solve anything, but you do it anyway.