Why send a Postcard Puzzle?

A few weeks ago, I told a friend how disappointed I was about all the spam mail I receive. Every week, my mailbox greets me with a small pile of trash that I promptly toss upon reaching my apartment.

Then something strange happened: postcards began arriving — a street sign, a familiar face, fragments of something larger. I kept them out of curiosity thinking someone was playing a prank.

Week by week, a collage came together. I love opening my mailbox. What a treat to find so much joy inside something ordinary.