tales from an ordinary world

2002-06-26

She asked me to send her 10 postcards - from here, or Singapore, it didn't seem to matter. Apparently she'd gone digging for old letters the other day, and amongst letters from ex-boyfriends she found some postcards I'd sent her 6 years ago or whenever it was, not long after she'd first found me on the net. I think she misses the feeling of what I'd describe in geek terms as "out-of-band" contact - something other than words on a screen. I can understand. Back then she wrote me lots of long letters, full of all sorts of things I can barely remember, but I've always kept them along with all the other letters people wrote me. I always felt lost for words - everybody else seemed to have so much more to say, especially this particular friend. The gift of verbosity is a curious thing.