29. KEEP A PEN PAL

my professor asked the class if we remembered life before the internet. my memory wasn't the quickest. computers were being integrated into classrooms more and more as i went through elementary school. then he asked us to raise our hands if we had ever written a letter. maybe less than 10 people raised their hands. there are at least a hundred in the class.

i like writing letters. i like to receive them, too. so many people i admire have said that they only way they feel true companionship and communication with others is through writing to them. perhaps it is an alienating thing to do, and the attachment seems to be to the paper and not the person. but maybe. maybe. maybe is my favorite word on this blog so far. i haven't been very resolute with these resolutions. maybe it's because you aren't in the moment, and so often things i say in the moment aren't reflective of what i feel after the moment. and the way i perceive my life, my feelings, my relationships are always after the moment. in bed, usually, unable to sleep. you can so easily take back the things you don't mean with an eraser. you can better articulate how wondrous the world when you're forced to lift your pen between thoughts.



i bet if i were writing this on paper it would be more coherent.