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dear internet users,
by kimberley veart
I understand that you appreciate wondrous abilities of the internet and have perhaps rejected the archaic practice of writing letters in favour of the efficiency of the email. However let me entreat you not to dismiss ‘snail mail’ so easily.
My main reason for this is self-preservation, as I am rather awkward email user. My issue with email is that I never want to respond immediately to a message for fear of getting caught in an awkward ‘instant reply’ situation which eventually someone has to end. I’d also rather people imagine that I have a life instead of being on the computer awaiting their message.
I understand that you appreciate wondrous abilities of the internet and have perhaps rejected the archaic practice of writing letters in favour of the efficiency of the email. However let me entreat you not to dismiss ‘snail mail’ so easily.
My main reason for this is self-preservation, as I am rather awkward email user. My issue with email is that I never want to respond immediately to a message for fear of getting caught in an awkward ‘instant reply’ situation which eventually someone has to end. I’d also rather people imagine that I have a life instead of being on the computer awaiting their message.
graphology.
by charlotte guest
I have a shopping list in front of me. I've stolen it from the fridge door for close analysis. With the aid of my graphology search-results, I will excavate the murky depths of my mother's soul.
I have a shopping list in front of me. I've stolen it from the fridge door for close analysis. With the aid of my graphology search-results, I will excavate the murky depths of my mother's soul.
To begin: “Eggs.”
This is the perfect graphology launching-pad. Three different letters; three separate zones. The elongated E, with a stem like a swan's neck, belongs to a high minded, spiritual person. This persons wants to connect to something, something that makes them feel whole. The branches of this E are lengthened, they shade the g's like a low roof. This is comforting; I feel like one of those g's.
i want to ride my bicycle.
by kimberley veart
I blame Roman Holiday. Audrey Hepburn, I’m afraid is completely culpable for the romantic notions I entertain about bicycle riding.
I blame Roman Holiday. Audrey Hepburn, I’m afraid is completely culpable for the romantic notions I entertain about bicycle riding.
My idea of riding my bicycle sees me effortlessly gliding along to a peppy yet mellow soundtrack, something bouncy with a xylophone perhaps. The breeze delicately plays with my hair and skirt and I smile happily as the world passes me by. I arrive at my destination looking and feeling like a goddess of health and beauty, which of course in my mind’s eye equates to Gwyneth Paltrow.
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