A cold November night on Route 9, somewhere between low hill country and nowhere. I stopped at a diner that didn't appear on any map, watched a man eat a meal he never finished, and met a waitress who knew exactly what I was looking for. She told me about the dead letter office at the edge of town, where undeliverable mail accumulates in stacks taller than a person — letters to the deceased, to the departed, to the never-were. And about the man who tends them, who reads them aloud after midnight so that someone, somewhere, hears the words that were never sent. By the time I left, I understood that some silences are louder than any confession, and that the dead aren't the only ones waiting for news that will never arrive.
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