The Boxes

Dear Nixie,

I was wondering if you might receive mail from another planet? Word has reached me via an astronaut from your world about a kind of strange lot of boxes you sit on your lap or look at from a seat in a room which is part of a whole series of boxes that makes one whole box with which you seem to inhabit in between exercising your thumbs on a box that’s rather flat that also might fit next to one side of your head which is strangely more round than a box in actual fact. We have noted also that much of your sitting and lying down equipment is received in a box which causes many people to argue while reading instructions with often a missing bolt left over for no particular reason proceeding construction.  We have noted in addition that much of your food stuff seems to be offered in shiny boxes and that your footwear needs a home before it’s first use and that happens also to be that of a box. Younger folk and more nerdish grown specimens are seen with lunch in boxes at tables or on carpeted floors.  My world is quite different and we would benefit from some pros and cons re communication tools and the like.  Are boxes so important and are there any other kinds of boxes because these boxes are the ones we see more than any others via our telepathic energy forces and notes from the afore mentioned astronaut.

Yours Truly,

Ms. Loveday Nebula

Ps I’d be interested in the boxer shorts too. Please send many photos of your kind in them. No need for upper garments at all.

Dear Ms Loveday,

Well it seems there is a first for everything and you, my dear are the first. First prize to my one and only Alien correspondent thus far. Let’s get down to business shall we. Firstly and most importantly I would like to share with you the words of a grand philosopher and proof that waxing need not rule the catwalks of any planet.

 

“A prudent bear, always carries a spare sandwich under his hat in case of emergencies. “

Paddington B. Bear.

Sometimes on my planet you simply just have to look very very hard in between the sameness  for someone who isn’t quite so stuck in a box or for a sweety with a hat for a lunchbox or for a little boy or a prince or a grown man or woman or person that can see how a boaconstrictor might look when drawn under a hat.

Tell me more of your planet darling Nebula?

Nixie xx

Dear Nixie,

Where I come from, we sit on hills and gaze at the stars and when we do we transport the dreams of our people into our hearts and we make them come true. We can talk without speaking. We can reach inside to each others hearts through a door and fill the space with part of our own and part of the centre of the great ocean, our god. We live in trees connected by warm tunnels to be closer to the dreaming. We eat with every sensation, slowly and in bowls that are inbuilt into a circular table with a space in the middle for fire or ice or steam. We have developed rockets that do not kill people but come from our feeling aura and imagination stations. When launched they land gently to other parts of our planet in need of resuscitation and are filled with the best parts of the best hearts of the most love from our aura and imagination stations. We can marry anybody we so desire so long as we remember they matter as much as each other and as much as they can muster even on the saddest day of any year. We formed a civilisation many hundreds of years ago and debate arose over who might marry who and we held a survey and our people had to vote yes or no and tick a circle and YES was the answer. Yes, we said, marry who you love.

Yours truly,

Ms Loveday Nebula

Dear Ms Nebula,

Some of those attributes and activities can happen on our planet, though we need to work a little harder at the heart, or should I say work a little softer. Boxes aren’t all bad though. We can reach out from the screens with stories and wonder, we can be closer when the world seems so big and us so small. We can learn, we can hear music, we can see people dancing and we can laugh. We can be transported from dark days to a rumbling hope. We can look in between the news of controlled hate to poetry in twinkle toes or crooning hellos, from a hip to a hop in a musical feast of delight, we can debate and find solutions and we have! We can say sorry for the wrong and we can tell the ones we hurt just that, sorry. We can reconcile and we did and we will keep saying sorry and sorry til the hearts don’t feel caught up in boxes anymore and the days to celebrate come at the right time. We can look into a box, up at a screen and be inspired to do better than what we see or to be thankful for the artists and the players of sport or the governance that has done well and chipped away at the hatred and the bigoted bland or corrupt greed. We can look into a square painting in the shape of a box and see a million beautiful colours, a rainbow or the simplicity of a single shape and be excited. We can take a box and fill it with a gift that isn’t even a box at all but something important that we thought to give because we love someone.

BTW I’ve sent you some boxer shorts in a box with a scrap book of hotties for your perusal. Please enjoy.

Yours truly

Nixie.

Dear Nixie,

And another inquiry? Do earthlings have sexual interplay with Ikea furniture? With our ultrasonic sensory development field, able to travel across the universe, it seems “fuck” and “Ikea” can be heard in close proximity during exercises of construction and three dimensional applications even when a lone human is following the afore mentioned instruction manual. According to my dictionary of colloquial correspondence this might mean intercourse does not simply happen between humanoids and may intersect with inanimate objects.

Yours Truly,

Ms Nebula.

Dear Nebula,

Usually not so much dear. It’s more to do with boxes not always fitting together right the first time because we failed to look more carefully at the fine details. In other  words, let’s either look more carefully into life, love more and remember a good spot of Antiques roadshow in a little hot pair of boxer shorts never did hurt anyone. Better dash it’s Saturday night and look out…. I’ve got myself a date with a very very saucy little look back into the history books of time. Baby, the box is on fire!

Yours Truly,

Ms Nixie Nicla.