Friday, July 17, 2009

...on the lost practice of hand writing...

Today as I "write" most of the "stuff" on the "comp", the last few empty pages of my journal turn yellow as I blog, the praises I used to get from my parents and teachers on my fine handwriting have dwindled, I can only hope to get a letter from someone while the junk-mail piles up,and the room on the riverside with the desk facing the window overlooking the grassy bank is a distant dream.

I got into digital mode, and the pen and paper is somewhere beneath those email printouts. Life is so much simpler this way, or is it really?

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