As I was putting together a computer from second hand parts, I found the old hard drive hadn't been erased.
This included the previous owners emails.
I felt conflicted about reading them.
But this passed quickly.
To my delight I discovered a correspondence between two people dating back to 1999.
They were truthful, touching and a little funny.
I became addicted and felt compelled to share it. Unedited.
Currently the uploading is on holidays. But Bored Olives will return 22nd April 2012. In the meantime you can read all the emails at http://boredolivesarchives.blogspot.com and subscribe to the next chapter at boredolives.com in the new year.
From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Wednesday 12th November 1999 2:35 AM
Subject: What are you not getting?
I just need space for fuck’s sake. Stop fucking ringing me, Stacey.
This is not about you.
I mean thanks for your kindness but if you want to be truly kind: leave me alone for a bit.
I know this goes against everything you want. But it’s what I want. So take a leap of fucking faith, okay!!??
Okay that’s a bit harsh – so let me be rationale.
How the fuck can I love or be loved at this time? Think about that and just – please – leave me alone.
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Wednesday November 12th 1999 10:03AM
Subject: RE What are you not getting?
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Friday August 2nd, 1999 2:01 AM
Subject: RE RE RE RE I’m actually feel a little guilty
Dom did I just read ‘love dom’ at the end of your last email…? I know I shouldn’t point it out…but I can’t help myself…it makes me wonder if I’ll write ‘love stacey’ at the end of this email…I guess you’ll just have to wait and see…
Yes, I am certain that I came into your bookstore a year ago…and I reckon you served me…I have the vaguest memory…actually when we first met at Crisps’ party back in April, I did have a strong feeling that we’d met before…you did seem familiar…you did seem strangely comfortable too…I know I was probably a little cool…but part of me was just trying to work out why I strangely felt there was already a connection between us…
… maybe I’m just trying to justify that I was simply attracted to you…a guy with glasses gets me every time…
Anyway…for the moment, I’m going to believe we met in the bookstore…I’m going to imagine that you served me…I’m going to imagine that I wanted to read something meaningful and you guided me toward Franz Kafka…I’m going to imagine that you picked up his collected works (volume one) and told me that this could change my life…
I’m going to imagine taking the book off you and our fingers touching briefly over the spine…
I going to imagine, paying for it and walking out the shop, glancing one final time over my shoulder at you…
I’m going to imagine seeing you at the counter…perched on a stool…reading something surprising…something like CS Lewis…
I’m going to imagine that you looked up just as I was leaving…
I’m going to imagine you smiled and I knew that we would meet again…
I’m going to imagine that when I returned home I read Metamorphosis in one sitting and cried for hours…
I’m going to imagine that I put the book back in my book shelf and seeing a cockroach scuttle across the floor…and for the first time in my life I considered giving such an gross creature a name…
I’m going to imagine I then spoke to the cockroach as it hunted for crumbs…”Be safe, Gregor,” I imagine I said, “Avoid the fruit, avoid the family, avoid the world and know that you are safe here with me.”
Anyway there it is…my imagination on the page…I wonder what it says about me…
And what are you doing tonight? Can you sneak by in the wee small hours? I know that’s so much to ask…
From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Thursday August 1st, 1999 18:21 PM
Subject: RE RE RE I’m actually feel a little guilty
Yeah, I was working in the bookstore a year ago. I started working there just after I moved out of home. My father teed it up. He knew the owner from on-campus business and I guess he used his status as an Arts Academic to get me a gig.
(Because Arts Academics truly rule the world, don’t you know – that’s why we still have musicals)
Sorry not quite sure why I’m telling you this – but yes I was working there a year ago. But I don’t think I served you. I am certain I would have remembered and I am certain we would have started this dance then.
Imagine that!? If we’d have begun one year ago where would we be now? Where will we be in a year?
Man, I rambling – had too much coffee today. Also I’m typing without glasses and making too many errors. I’m getting so sick of pressing that back space key.
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