This is a tragic tale of procrastination, of frustration, of yet another good intention ground into the paving stones of Hell. It is a rant meant to exorcise demons. It is a cry in the wilderness, which yet echoes against the oppressive mountains of indifference, in the dark gloom of an existence devoid of even [….]
So, when I took the parcel I was going to send out for the first day of the 2016 A Month of Letters Challenge to the local post office, I was the 10th or 11th person in line. There was only one person working at the counter, and she was off in the back looking [….]
I promise, I won’t make this a diatribe on the lack of personalization in society today, nor will I bemoan the loss of the art of letter writing, or even shed a tear at the passing of cursive writing. That’s something my grandmother would do, and even though I loved her dearly, I don’t want [….]
