We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
My father was telling me a story, ‘When I was a little boy…’
And the joy of reminiscing the memory lit a delighted glow upon his face.
‘Why not leave those stories for us in your words!’ I asked.
A question that stirred a thought inside him.
A thought of leaving behind fragments of his past for the future, on a roll of paper glued together,
In a monologue where his childhood giggles, the warmth of his parents' love, us, and countless treasured memories form together in marvellous handwritten tales of intricate details.
A notebook continuing a reflection of his heart is in the making.
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
