Epistolic
I miss writing letters, and getting them. There's an irreplaceable kind
of joy in coming home to proper mail, a thick packet of letter and
photos and little things. I appreciate the positives of the immediacy of
email, but it's not the same. As personal as they can be, and as
detailed, there's still something missing from email, like the
difference between holding a book to read it as opposed to a reader. I
think there's a trick of the mind that ensures we see tangible things as
less disposable.
It would make me enormously happy to get a letter again.