There I was, eating breakfast, playing a game, minding my own business… when suddenly, I receive a message notification. It’s from kat! But oh shit, I’M kat! Why am I sending myself email at 7 in the morning? And why does it say this:
Acres of palm savanna contain mahogany, Bahamian pine, palmetto, maidenhair ferns and several endemic orchids. He also formed the Florida Memorial Gospel Choir with Benjamin Carroll. Congress from New Mexico Territory in 1884. (email@example.com)
I can only assume this is me in a parallel dimension, attempting to communicate with all other possible me’s in the entire universe, and this particular me just happens to be a poor writer who’s short on introductions and unable to provide any context whatsoever.
Just calling it spam would be too easy.