




Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Lyle,
This letter comes to you from the Little Popcorn Store! Wow. It’s really kinda hard to trace individual kernels of popcorn. (I should have put these on the left-hand side of the sheet, because now my hand is bumping into them!)
(and now the popcorn is no longer reflecting in this foil. Only the outlines remain)
Popcorn lives a rather existential life. First, it’s in a cornfield on an ear of corn. Then it’s harvested by a giant machine. Plucked from the ear, it now lives a solitary life. But then it’s dropped into a scalding hot bucket, and SUDDENLY it POPS, and now it’s a popcorn kernel. One second corn, the next popcorn! It lives only briefly as popcorn, because who wants stale popcorn? (Funny how I’m writing this on aluminum foil, as that is often used to pop the popcorn)
(I didn’t even get to write about how the RED of their entrance reflects so nicely in this foil)
Shine on,
Matt
