In February of 2010, I was going to grad school in Cornwall, England, living in a many-bedroomed student house called The Old Library – built of the bones of dismantled ships, and so very like a fairy tale – when I realised it had been a couple of months since I’d checked my Other E-mail Address.
Some of you probably have at least one of these: an alternate account you use for mailing lists you feel guilty not subscribing to but have little enough interest in to warrant daily perusal. An account to be used mainly for things like Facebook notifications (before you learned how to turn those off) and petition signatures when you didn’t want to be spammed with follow-up requests. That sort of thing.
Maybe that actually isn’t normal at all.
Winding Down the House
