Sunday, January 4, 2009

apple blossom time.

I find it delightful the way the texture of a memory can be created using small, shared details.

XXX

Dear You.

I want to write you a letter. The stationary I picked for you, after searching through stores, is simple, elegant, subtle. The beauty of writing a letter with a pen onto carefully picked stationary is the permanence of a transitory moment, not unlike capturing spontaneous moments on Polaroid film.

Dear You. Shall I trust this paper to catch my thoughts? How shall I begin our inside jokes? I would have typed an e-mail, but the internet expands forever, and it would make my words feel infinitely small.

Dear You. I want to write you a letter. I want to write it in pen, because I want to feel the words as they shape onto the paper. I want you to see the idiosyncrasies of my handwriting, because we tend to forget that words look different when written by different people.

The paper will carry my affection. The envelope will lock the strings of words and punctuation. I wish it luck as it travels across land and air to find you, And when it does, I hope you see all that I am trying to say.

Sincerely,
Me.

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