This book deals with epiphenomenalism

[venta]

Oooh, I do like a nice mystery.

I got home last night to find a fat packet waiting for me on the doormat. Strange, I wasn't expecting a parcel. Oh, wait, I ordered some EPs online last week... no, too bulky. And sent in a re-used envelope.

My parcel contains a paperback book. No note, no sender. The previous address sticker has been carefully removed from the envelope. There are no bits of paper stuffed in between the pages. There is no postmark to give away a town from which the parcel came.

It's a book I haven't read, but about which I know nothing. I don't remember talking to anyone about it recently. I don't remember having it recommended to me.

I don't recognise the writing on the envelope, though it's someone who knows my full address and can spell my surname correctly (less common than you might think).

I have had anonymous presents before and I heartily approve - everyone should send anonymous, mysterious parcels through the post. Not necessarily to me (though I encourage it ;) but to everyone else. I don't think I've ever received one before where I was genuinely stumped as to where it might have come from.

I'm intrigued. And half-scared that it will turn out to be something quite mundane, like a conversation I have forgotten where someone promised to send it to me.

Are you my mystery person? You? I hope you are. Will you tell me?

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

*awaits a blizzard of anonymous posts from people teasingly claiming it was them*

[triskellian]

I don't know what epiphenomenalism is, but I understand it has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence makes no difference...

[maviscruet.livejournal.com]

I totally deny it was me - I have no idea where you live or how to spell your last name -but I deny it anyway!

[undyingking.livejournal.com]

It's a pity that you don't get proper postmarks (showing town of origin) so much any more. It used to be quite exciting trying to work out who it might be from before opening (or after, if like this case).

[grahamb.livejournal.com]

"I was still sitting there, waiting to die, waiting to fossilise, waiting for the coffee in the kitchen to evolve enough to make a cup of itself and bring it through to me, when the phone rang."