If you receive a wrinkled
Sheet with wine rings and
Almost illegible green ink,
Forgive cryptic penmanship,
Carets and inline doodles.
I wanted to share my words
With you. And no one else.
Smudges and all.

(Source: “Handmade Notes”, 40×41: Midlife Crisis Postponed)

This is the last stanza of a tribute to handwritten communication in an era of digital everything. Yes, I wrote it on my iPhone. No, I do not think handwritten communication is dead. I’m waging a one warrior crusade to ensure that inky scrawl and fingerprints live on. Even when I blur the lines. Or they are blurred for me.

And finally, yes, I see the irony in this post… ;-)