Bills arrived today. Plastic windows crinkled as they fell through front door's mail slot. I placed the pile of envelopes on downstairs desk. It's work that's never done, this cycle of purchase and payment. Every month a new batch. I sat and slowly sifted through, postponed commencing, looking for a letter instead. No luck. It seems that only corporate correspondence counts. Every message commercialized for maximum return. What have we become?