Monday, January 08, 2001
i've officially decided to start writing people letters again. i did this rather frequently over the summer, as important people (ie sam, the coolest person in the world [i'll explain why later]) were out of town. but i was just in my room, reading my end of sam and my's correspondance from the summer months, and i realized how much easier it it is to collect my thoughts and say things clearly in a letter or email (although letters are preferable) than in a conversation over the phone. and a face-to-face conversation is in a completely different realm than the aforementioned means of communication. something about being able to see a person's eyes when they speak, being able to observe their body language and the ability to search for that spark of comprehension in the very back of their eyes transforms meaningless words, as real as soap bubbles when heard without a face attached, into sounds, fighting to burst their boundaries and transform themselves into ideas, emotions, beauty and (in some cases) a thick fog, dragging down one's whole mentality, ruthlessly stripping off rose-colored glasses and slashing the eyes, wounding the soul. for that last reason, letters act as a barrier, a buffer. i don't know how to explain it any better than that, but i hope it makes enough sense.
posted by emily oi! at 4:23:00 PM
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i've officially decided to start writing people letters again. i did this rather frequently over the summer, as important people (ie sam, the coolest person in the world [i'll explain why later]) were out of town. but i was just in my room, reading my end of sam and my's correspondance from the summer months, and i realized how much easier it it is to collect my thoughts and say things clearly in a letter or email (although letters are preferable) than in a conversation over the phone. and a face-to-face conversation is in a completely different realm than the aforementioned means of communication. something about being able to see a person's eyes when they speak, being able to observe their body language and the ability to search for that spark of comprehension in the very back of their eyes transforms meaningless words, as real as soap bubbles when heard without a face attached, into sounds, fighting to burst their boundaries and transform themselves into ideas, emotions, beauty and (in some cases) a thick fog, dragging down one's whole mentality, ruthlessly stripping off rose-colored glasses and slashing the eyes, wounding the soul. for that last reason, letters act as a barrier, a buffer. i don't know how to explain it any better than that, but i hope it makes enough sense.
posted by emily oi! at 4:23:00 PM
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