You can't read who you are
Sometimes I think about this blog. About how all this is really just a letter to no one in particular. Although sometimes it is, but not often.
It's a bit of a lost art isn't it? Letter writing. Stationary. Fountain pen. Inky mistakes that can't be taken back. That can't be forwarded. No cursive ends. No sloping paragraphs that can't seem to stand up straight after a hard night of drinking.
Your cursive ends were always the best.
It's a bit of a lost art isn't it? Letter writing. Stationary. Fountain pen. Inky mistakes that can't be taken back. That can't be forwarded. No cursive ends. No sloping paragraphs that can't seem to stand up straight after a hard night of drinking.
Your cursive ends were always the best.
2 Comments:
"lost art" ? i hope not yet...there are still a lot of "analog writers" (as tech people would call it) out there. :D
that's why i keep a written journal ... scattered everywhere i am, that is. sheesh.
get a moleskine! ΓΌ
Do moleskines bite?
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