life is like an inbox. well, life IS an inbox. imagine how much of your life would be an inbox if you lived alone in the boonies. you would be totally reliant on an inbox. well, if you were a person that wanted to keep contact with the outside world, yet still live in the boonies...
sometimes you are flooded with messages.
sometimes you are empty.
sometimes you are spam.
sometimes you are love.


wikipedia has nothing to say about the origin of "inbox". i image it was a word created by midtown secretaries in the 50's.