I watched an old man play an accordion in Italy—elegant, ignored, still performing. It stayed with me.
Lately, I feel the same way about handwritten letters, Christmas cards, old friendships. We scroll endlessly, yet ghost people who once mattered. Convenience replaced effort. Presence replaced attention.
I still write the cards. Even when they’re not returned. Because time and effort aren’t inefficiencies, they’re signals.
They say: I remember. You mattered. I won’t cut the thread.
