Who do you think you are, and why should anyone listen to you?
You know, I ask myself the same question sometimes? I don’t know if my thoughts are worth paying attention to, but honestly, they are largely here for my own benefit; although I hope that you find something worthwhile here—obviously. This pilgrimage that we call life is far too complex, and my memory far too weak for me to not write down some of the more insightful thoughts that come to me.
Anyway, you asked who I am. My name is Michael Lopez, and I am one of those 28-year old detestable millennials that you sometimes hear about. I spent the last 5 years of my life operating the family bar, after having split up with my ex-fiancee. Yes you read that right. A family bar. If you subscribe, I’ll even tell you about the lesbians who were trying to get it on in the parking lot.
Why call it “Dead Letters”?
I started this site back in 2016. It served the same purpose back then as it does now. For my own amusement and experiments in writing, but also an attempt to have my words read by someone other than just me. However, I struggle with my self-confidence in this endeavor. Maybe that is something you can relate to. I chose the name “Dead Letters” because that’s what mail is called when it can’t be or wasn’t delivered. It struck me as a beautiful thought, and a sort of embrace of what is “mathematically likely” to happen with these articles.