I was told that my passport would be at my door at 4:30 P.M. on the 4th of January 2006. At 4:15 P.M. the big white FedEx truck was outside the house, at 4:19 P.M. my passport was in my hand. I am obsessed with the mail. To send a physical object accross a contry/continent/world, have it handled and move by hundreds of real (maybe) humans and then it actually gets to where it was planned almost on the minute that it was figured to arrive is beyond my comprehension. People like to fuck with things, the weather fucks with people, traffic, flight delays, political unrest, disasters, mechine problems….oh, boy! everything that could go wrong and the Mail still arrives. It is because we believe in it. We have made the mail a sort of demi-god. The Mail comes above all else….it is the manifestation of order….the ideal of order that adheres the concepts of western society together…..what it is built upon. I am almost afraid of the mailman.
That done I will go on to flaunt the service of Visarite Services www.visarite.com. They did what they said they would….and they were actually kind of polite to me when I called them to make sure that they existed.