Hand-written messages from The World, delivered in the old-fashioned mail. Humans buy a subscription (for themselves or for someone else) and then receive letters of love, addressed directly to them, featuring simple, original art.

“But who, exactly, is The World?” we hear you ask.

Well… the world is communicating in a million zillion voices every single second. It’s there for anyone who pays attention. Which is kinda the point.

This is just how one person happens to be taking some notes. Because frankly, it was hard to get a squirrel on staff, the trees can be just too subtle sometimes, and humans obviously have trouble translating the messages from the whales.

Hand-written messages from The World, delivered in the old-fashioned mail. Humans buy a subscription (for themselves or for someone else) and then receive letters of love, addressed directly to them, featuring simple, original art.

Some things about The World:

Believes every creature knocking around down here is doing their best.

Tries to be a breadcrumb trail to a better place. Or at minimum, be a sludge-buoy.

Reminds us we don’t really know what’s going on here. Which is part of the gift.

Is a little magical, not toxically positive, a wanna-be poet, hopefully delightful, and just the right amount of granola.

The World is Writing