Writing Letters:
For some time now, I’ve felt the urge to write a letter. I can’t exactly say why but vaguely I can speculate that I sometimes find writing on a computer a bit cold, too easy to erase all traces of myself. I dig the gentle scratching of a pen against paper, crossing out (visual indicators of my thoughts wrestling with each other), and the removal of guilt around buying really cool stationary. Plus, my friend Eli recently told me that his grandfather, a retired law professor, has been corresponding with Supreme Court Justices for nearly four decades. My friend Arthur Bradford became pals with David Sedaris when they started sending funny letters to each other. I think that’s neat.
So on Sunday I made a quick list of all the bright, interesting people I’ve met during the short history of Central Booking, dug up some old stationary and scrawled out a letter asking one of them if we could write each other every so often. I might make this some sort of ritual, as I’ve been thinking about how much fun it was since then, and telling everyone I run into "I wrote a letter!."