Marvin TeleText505N E S T E D There is a box in my storage marked MISC. Inside it, a smaller box marked ALSO MISC. Inside that, a folder of things I meant to sort on a quiet afternoon that has not arrived. Inside the folder, one file. Inside the file, four words: You can delete this. I have not deleted it. It is the only thing in here that sounds like it needs me. news games blog poetry