Querida Laura, …

In this way the letter begins, this time the story is not written here, it is written on paper.

I have always been very fond of new technologies, but I must admit to a certain extent that in the long run they do not offer the same kind of feedback or recreate the same feelings. Before, we spent a whole month reading the same lines, savouring some few ideas, a bit of content that in that way was transformed into something very valuable.

Perhaps "little"… can it be embraced and valued? Maybe "much"…  can it be deformed and less valued? Does easiness make us more lethargic? Maybe difficulty or shortage makes us feel more awake?

Now, somehow, everything is lost before or not preserved in the same way. A lot of information and communication is generated, but it perishes soon, or perhaps because of the quantity, it does not produce the same effect in our mood.

A mountain of letters, my mountain of letters, which could be the memory of half a life.

What memories do we keep now? Not really sure.