I love letters.
During my high school summers, I was a tour guide at a history museum. During the long, blank spaces between groups on rainy (or very hot) days, I would write to people that I loved. I would fill pages, and pages, and send them along with borrowed stamps and small gifts tucked inside. This was before every one over the age of ten had an email address (I didn’t receive my first until college), and notes were passed in class instead of text messages.
I’m no Luddite; I love the internet. But I think a happy merge must be met. If we leave no paper ephemera, who will hold our history with white gloves a hundred years from now? Pixels give off no perfume.
So, I’ve decided to do something quite simple, and I’m afraid not very original. I’m going to write letters to anyone who would like to give me their mailing address.
My handwriting is poor. My stationary is not hand-crafted. I don’t know calligraphy. But I will write you, and would love if you wrote back.
Simply email me your mailing address to silverhopefin (at) gmail (dot) com, and you’ll receive something from me.
And I might share some of the lovely things I receive (just snippets) on my tumblr.