when things go missing

“Regardless of what goes missing, loss puts us in our place; it confronts us with lack of order and loss of control and the fleeting nature of existence.” —Kathryn Shulz, The New Yorker

“No matter what goes missing, the wallet or the father, the lessons are the same. Disappearance reminds us to notice, transience to cherish, fragility to defend. Loss is a kind of external conscience, urging us to make better use of our finite days. As Whitman knew, our brief crossing is best spent attending to all that we see: honoring what we find noble, denouncing what we cannot abide, recognizing that we are inseparably connected to all of it, including what is not yet upon us, including what is already gone. We are here to keep watch, not to keep.” —Kathryn Shulz, The New Yorker

no mail today, maybe tomorrow

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night
stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

This is commonly misidentified as the creed of our mail carriers, but actually, it’s just the inscription found on the General Post Office in New York City at 8th Avenue and 33rd Street.

This totally explains why we received no mail today.