Genuine Fan Mail (Probably)

Andi, who runs a blog called UNDERFUCKED, sent me an actual reader letter. Not a comment—a letter, one that took some effort to write. He’s been following this site for a while, and what keeps him coming back, he says, is that whenever something is on his mind he checks here and I’ve already written about it. He’s a media designer too; an agency once found him through personal projects the same way one found me. He signed off asking me to keep going, don’t stop, live how I want to live.

This kind of thing gets to me more than it should. Writing into the void and having someone write back with something that specific—a stranger saying they’ve found themselves in what you wrote—is one of those small transmissions that cuts through everything.

I should note, in the interest of full disclosure, that Andi happened to drop his domain name in the letter. Whether the genuine warmth and the URL were cause and effect, I couldn’t possibly say. I obviously would never reward that kind of move. Regardless: there’s a post of his about something that’s happened to me twice too, and it hit harder than I was ready for.