Given the choice, I’d prefer to lick envelopes than type e-mails.
Letter writing, to me, can still be an art form.
That’s all it is now, really.
You sit down with a carefully chosen piece of stationery and your favorite smooth-inked pen.
You reflect on the week’s events and write them down unhurriedly, mostly because you’ve now forgotten how to hold a pen.
You are a modern calligrapher, you tell yourself. Your seasick, unreadable cursive letter will one day be kept behind plated glass, a symbol of a bygone era.