Just had need to write down an idea. Did it, then realised it’d been at least two weeks last I wrote with a pen on paper.
Keypads of various devices have set up a monopoly, with an ease I’m ashamed to think of. All the sadder still that one cannot curl fingertips around a keypad, to press ball point on paper and see thoughts encoded. In medium that can be touched. Material.
I’ve often wondered if the words we type into smartphones and laptops are real, real as the old way of words from pen on surface?
I don’t know why l think that, nor why I can’t shake the sense of loss I feel. I shall make a note to write more often, to write in the old manner of that word.