A lonely, pregnant woman comes upon the desperate solution of mailing herself to her ex-boyfriend, but ends up lost in mailroom limbo. Another literal translation of interstitiality into physical form, and as such an apt metaphor for itself. Finding herself in one of these unaccounted-for cracks, Stella experiences a slow slippage from indignation to acceptance to second-nature. I found this a little gimmicky and a little glib. The cleverness of the idea carries more weight than it should have to. I don’t really get drawn in. The metaphor of mailroom limbo for post-relationship limbo doesn’t really come around to any satisfying close, In part I think because Stella’s solution to her problem was so terrible and wrongheaded to begin with. As a result, I don’t believe in the character or her emotions–I just go ‘Heh, post hoc. Clever.’ and move on.