I think I can deal with what's in this pile - I think I can. I don't know, what if there's a call I need to make or a website that doesn't work? What if I can't pay a bill right, or I forgot something and now I have to be embarrassed in front of them?

This little pile builds until I offer it tribute, until I make my offering and it dies down a little and the bile goes away. I have to serve it though, I have to remember to. Did I remember to? O god, the mail.

A series about the build-up up and anxiety over mail and what it means to be beholden to what comes and sits in a pile and makes me worry.