I Got an Email Today

I Got an Email Today

I got an email today.

Not the kind you expect, not the kind you file away or unsubscribe from with a dull click. The kind that sits there in your inbox like it knows something you don’t. Like it arrived with intent.

Before I even opened it, I had that strange feeling—you know the one—like if I could still call Michelle, or Serhat, or Roman, I’d forward it immediately. No context. Just: “Explain this.” And they would. Or at least they’d pretend to, which was usually better.

Instead, I just stared at it.

And I missed them.

It’s funny how something as small as an email can pull that thread. How it can unravel into that quiet, familiar sadness—the kind that doesn’t announce itself, just settles in beside you like it’s been there all along.

Anyway. Here it is.

And that’s it.

No signature beyond a name I don’t recognize. No context. No clear reason why it landed in my inbox, of all places.

Michelle would’ve made a joke about it being a time traveler with poor communication skills. Serhat would’ve said not to reply—“Obviously a trap,” he’d insist, with zero elaboration. Roman… Roman would’ve written back immediately, probably something cryptic and charming that somehow made everything more interesting.

I do appreciate being notified of my own alleged demands by a stranger with this much confidence. It’s spooky when I start wondering what kind of person would go to such extreme lengths—someone who knows so much about my personal information and has even compiled a list of my supposed demands.

The email comes across less like a message from a human and more like a dispatch from some unholy bureaucratic theater troupe. There’s a level of obsessive commitment here that almost deserves its own grant application.

That said, I can’t disagree with the list itself: a personal apology from the President? Bold. A public apology from the judiciary for the screw-up? NT$2 million? A public apology from the judiciary along with the actual criminals facing consequences for the fraud and corruption? All fair points.

But there’s one very important item missing—the sixth point. Whoever or whatever wrote this should probably remove itself from my horizon, or at minimum from that island. Nobody in their right mind would want to share a postcode with something this deranged.

It’s touching, in a strange way, to discover that someone else has been curating my grievance package more thoroughly than I have. If nothing else, the email has shown a level of strategic imagination I hadn’t realized was being exercised on my behalf.

Not just the email—but that question. About things arriving for you, even when they don’t make sense. Especially then.

It also feels like this post should link somewhere else. Like it belongs in a chain of thoughts or references something I’ve already said before. But it doesn’t. It stands alone. Completely separate. I just can’t put my finger on it.

It’s a good thing wizards aren’t real—because if they were, I’d know for sure. Still… you have to wonder.

Mystery abounds.


Appendix of Apparitions

Roman and I
Michelle and I
Michelle and Alan
Michelle singing
Sirhat
Two beautiful people
Animated spider
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