A new chapter, really,
an analog upgrade
with 240 pages of hope and potential.
As my hand remembers the
feeling of composing words
with ink and metal and paper
rather than keystrokes and lights,
I wonder if we haven't lost this feeling
in other ways;
has email desensitized us to
emotions escritos?
Has this new instantly-global medium
erased
the distances between us
or the us between distances?
the people in the room.
the people outside our door.
Does presence have meaning
when anything that needs to be said
can be said from a thousand miles away?
As I blissfully recall the ease
with which words are strung together by ink and paper
I wonder if friendships, too,
are better strung together by more analog means.
