The second message, 1981, had more. A jumble of text, as if someone had typed blindfolded: the lock is the memory of the first time you saw her face. the key is forgetting. you will forget. you already have.
So when I opened the dad.mbox file, I expected a handful of dry exchanges with the local historical society. Instead, the import script froze. mbox file
And now I had opened the file.