Originally Posted by
Martyr
The Pile of Mail
Unnoticed. Untouched. The pile of mail grows and grows, but nobody takes interest.
Old bank and credit statements sit in the basket. Sometimes littered with assorted paper trash.
Envelopes that document my private information lie forever unopened.
My computer tells me all I need to know.
My computer erases the data on a screen; these papers only waste space.
My computer protects my secret numbers; they are a key to identity theft.
Between the day they are sent and the day they arrive, their usefulness fades away.
And one day, when I visit my ranch up the road, I shall burn them all in a bonfire. Their existence amounting to nothing but an annoyance, as I do not appreciate the black paper ash, the green flames licking the envelope plastic and the interruption between burning logs and cooking marshmallows over an open flame.