I have thought often about letters, about the act of writing and receiving them. It seems a certain sensuality is connected with the writing of letters. The receiver will touch the page you touched, will feel your words with their finger tips. The intimate nature of writing a letter, perhaps, allows the writer a sense of confessionability. The confession will be held by a number of hands before it will be ripped open and read. And there will be no plastic screen between the confession and the confessee. It is tangible. And thus there is a sense of reality or truth. It is genuine.
I love letters. I love them more than most things in life. They're unexpected. They're beautiful. They let you know someone was genuinely thinking of you. I've had a few letter writing friends over the years, and we seem to have this unspoken closeness that does not seem to solidify in emails or facebook messages. We need more letters in our lives. More closeness, more confession, more sensual attachment.
I'll write two today. And you, good reader? Or, good void, as it were?
