Monday

I’m told it is natural to doubt the apparent order of the universe. To question whether one’s existence is bound by an inherent justice, or if it is merely chaos. But I feel genuine pity for anyone tortured by such thoughts, for it is a darkness I have never known. For I, home mail delivery, know full well that I have a purpose.

One need only examine my circumstances. At all times, I am in the custody of uniformed employees of the Crown. These workers are extraordinarily well-compensated for what they do, and they act with a swagger common to only the most elite and highly skilled professionals.

Surely, no authority would tolerate constant labour disruptions and flagrant derelictions of basic duty if they were not made by men and women that were indispensable to the nation.

Tues

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