The guy who wanted to set up his own email server kept receiving physical mails from a friend. So far this guy kept replying by email. It felt somewhat comical and awkward and sad and warm and moving.

My bag of correspondences kept growing and it took up precious space as I travelled. They are never scanned and are the unique single copy in the universe. In this digital world, it irks me not to have some form of back-up. In the physical world if something is destroyed, then it is truly no more.

However I am not going to conclude here that we should cherish everything, because I always contradict myself.