It is said—though Aunt Matilda never confirms such things outright—that she once shared a late evening and a stronger-than-advisable drink with himself.
The candles burned low. The conversation wandered. Tales were exchanged—his of shadow and sorrow, hers of peculiar encounters best left only half-believed. By morning, there remained little proof of the meeting… save perhaps a lingering sense that ordinary life had shifted, just slightly, off its axis.
These sticky notes feel like something that might have been left behind from such a night.
Each one carries a whisper of Poe’s world—darkly clever, a touch dramatic, and just mischievous enough to make even the simplest reminder feel like a message of consequence. A grocery list becomes a decree. A note to oneself feels… observed.
Perfect for desks, journals, or the sort of correspondence one prefers not to explain too clearly.
After all, some reminders should linger a little longer than others.
And some things… are best not forgotten.
