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07/26 Letter to Your Future Self

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Writting to yourself

Trying to send
an e-mail
to not yet existing addresses
a postcard
to home, just someone else's
a song
to be played in implanted radio heads
an SMS
to devices already not knowing that
a message to your future self
it could be harder than one could have said

How?
In a bottle lost in the sea?
among the other trash
by a pigeon, owl or medieval crow?
they'll be dead by then, nothing but ash
There's no certain way
Though sometimes
the words you didn't intend
to ever read again
make the real difference

the blackholes of notes
random words written in a corner of a page
a poem from your past self

— Džein, Jul 05, 2026

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The poem's central conceit—messaging a self that does not yet exist through channels that will fail—drives its strongest passages. The opening catalogue works by escalating obsolescence: the email to "not yet existing addresses," the SMS to "devices already not knowing" build a genuine sense of transmissions launched into a void. The imagery of medieval delivery (pigeon, owl, crow) landing on "they'll be dead by then, nothing but ash" is one of the poem's sharpest turns, collapsing whimsy into mortality in a single line.

The ending is where the poem finds its real subject. The move from failed intentional messages to "the words you didn't intend / to ever read again" reframes the whole piece: the message that reaches the future self is accidental, not addressed. The closing three lines—"the blackholes of notes," the marginal scribble, "a poem from your past self"—land quietly and earn their place, especially given that the poem itself becomes an instance of what it describes.

Some passages could be tightened so the strong ideas are not muffled. The phrase "it could be harder than one could have said" leans on filler ("one could have said") to complete a rhyme with "heads," and the abstraction of "harder" undercuts the concrete list that precedes it; a more specific image of difficulty would carry more weight here. Similarly, "make the real difference" is a flat landing after the vivid "words you didn't intend"—the idiom is doing less than the surrounding lines. Consider whether that stanza could end on the image rather than on a summary statement.

The postcard line, "to home, just someone else's," is compressed to the point of obscurity. The intended meaning—that home has become another person's address—is affecting, but the syntax makes it hard to parse on a first read. A small clarification could preserve the compression while letting the sense arrive.

One craft note on consistency: the poem shifts between "your future self" and "one could have," mixing second person and the more formal "one." Settling on a single address would strengthen the intimacy the ending relies on. The title's spelling ("Writting") is likely a typo worth correcting before the piece circulates further.

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