Oh, to be a postman. That sultry steward of the mail. That beautiful bastard with the letters. That outrageous freak of parcels. That walking obscenity in Gore-Tex red. That creep who lives inside a van and cannot die, because the postman is both one and many, everywhere and nowhere, always and never. Ding-dong, goes the siren song of the elusive postman. Can you sign for this? The ancient words slip from his wet mouth like forbidden lyrics to a forgotten ballad. And then he is vanished as a wisp. And in your hands the printer cartridges you ordered. And all is still once more.

That s a poem about lovely postmen that I just came up with, because I love post. Thanks.>

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There is something immensely satisfying about the idea of running a post office. Maybe it’s just because I’m that nerd who gets very excited about having a parcel on the way, but something about the blend of organisation and communication seems appealing in a way that other job simulations aren’t. So next week’s early access launch of Willowbrooke Post has my attention, and I m delivering its trailer to you below.

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