Wrapping notes written on lined paper around bricks and just chucking them over the half-wall and what happens next is up to god
A piece of parchment stabbed onto a cooling corpse that reads “I hope this email finds you well”
voice recordings, each one on a separate Sony Walkman left scattered around the office in the order a hypothetical explorer might find them
"per our last cassette, please consult with the legal department on how Project Apotheosis relates to our consent decree"
Messages scrawled on the walls in anonymous substances where the next one is just in sight around a corner. "If we can circle around to the previous topic,"
