“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”
Showing posts with label Feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feelings. Show all posts
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I saw a woman crying on the subway today.
Hope she is okay.
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Hope she is okay.
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Air | Alone in Kyoto
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Feelings
There are feeling that fill you up
that dig their roots into your skin
and never let go
they swell
and blow you over
like wind and waves
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