Today I wrote a hand-written note to a friend who doesn’t have internet access. What a procedure: writing, sealing the envelope, finding the address and writing it, finding a stamp and licking it, and then out to the mailbox. Not simple but rather special, this personal note.
With hand-written notes a rarity these days, communication has taken a different turn—different physical ways we go about it, different number of people with whom we’re in contact, different groups of people, different kinds of messages. If nothing else, the sheer ease with which we can let the world know what we’re thinking and doing, makes if feel simple. But we also know that with the simple click of the wrong key, to our horror, we can blurt with no recourse. Here I go.