I know this article is not about photography, but art is art. As someone who used to not only write letters by hand, but also used a fountain pen, I thought this was a lovely post and I too feel the loss of the handwritten letter. Saying that though, I used to draw too, and I haven’t had the time for that in fifteen years!
The Penman’s Blood by arnoKath
I have a confession to make. The content of my email inbox, with the exception of pictures of my nephews and the blogs I subscribe to, is uninspiring. My virtual letterbox tends to be filled with bills, receipts and reminders. Emails save time and money, yet still I long for days past. I’d like to cut down on the amount of missives I receive, and replace them with more satisfying ones. I’d choose fewer but longer emails over the perfunctory electronic communication of today in a heartbeat. What a joy it is to pour over rare long emails, the ones filled with delicious titbits of news and sensual descriptions of new experiences, reminiscent of the letters of old. Snail mail is even better. How wonderful to sink into a sofa, tuck your legs up under you and tear open a letter from afar, to see…
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