I used to write letters.
Then I started writing e-mail.
Then I stopped writing letters.
This upsets me. I love knowing that I can go to the closet, take out an old shoebox and read old letters. There is something amazing about seeing that person's handwriting and smelling the mustiness of it all.
Time marches on, I suppose. E-mail makes things so easy. I save some e-mails but it just isn't the same as a letter. Even if I went on a crusade to write letters again (which I'm not), I can't imagine many people would actually take the time to write back. But when I look at this amazing telegram that my grandfather sent to my grandmother (he was out of town) on the night that World War II ended, I feel like we as a society are missing out on something big. Now a message like this would be e-mailed and immediately discarded rather than saved and cherished sixty years later.
Another analog note:
I used to put together photo albums/ scrapbooks. I loved compiling photos, ticket stubs, and other assorted nonsense.
Over time, I have amassed an unwieldy amount of photo albums. I used to love showing visiting friends and family my albums. Eventually, that practice slowed to a trickle. When I started putting pictures on the internet, my photo albums increasingly started to become an afterthought. A bulky, dusty afterthought.
Finally, my photo album compiling has come to an end. Why bother? They just take up needed space. And why pay to send away for prints that aren't as sharp or impressive as they would be on the computer screen?
But just like I lament the loss of my letter writing days, I feel a certain sadness over the ever increasing digitalization of my life.
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