Letters

We used to write letters.



It used to be that things we had to say to one another were low in frequency and high in fidelity.



A call had no answer for days or weeks. A thought had to be solidified before it touched paper, before it was translated into something worthy of transmission.



Somewhere along the way, we traded letters for phone calls, phone calls for text messages, texts for ephemeral images. Intention was lost, fidelity traded for the fast speed easily condensed thoughtbites that reach the tips of our fingers before they percolate to the edges of our minds.