Back in the early 1990s, there was this really great thing called the mail. You wrote some words, had the entire day to reflect upon them, and then sent off your letter. And what was really nifty was that you got letters back from people.
But with the rise of email, the care and thought that people put into these letters disappeared, along with that small cushion of time. Communication became instantneous, which was certainly handy for getting feedback or immediate input. But something was lost in the haste.
Perhaps the biggest crime involved the transformation of the mailbox to a depository for bills and junk mail.
The time has come to take our mailboxes back. The time has come to recalibrate our expectations. No longer shall we lust after the latest Cosmopolitan or Netflix DVD. I call for a return to the mailboxes of lore, whereby lovely letters were nestled within their bastard brethren.
So here’s what I’d like to try.
The Snail Mail Experiment
I’m looking for 15 people who are dedicated to writing and sending letters to three people each. Doesn’t matter where you are or who you are.
The first 15 people to send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with their name, address and three separate sentences, and who intend to actually write and send letters, will become part of The Snail Mail Experiment.
I’ll mix the sentences up and assign each person three other people to write to, with a topical sentence in place to comment upon.
A bit like a mix CD swap, but the emphasis here is on the words, drawings and/or personal offerings that one can send by mail.
After all this, I’ll follow up with everyone, see how their assorted mailing went (possibly comparing it against communicating by email), and post their comments here.
But in order to make this work, I’m going to need fifteen hardy souls.
So if you’re interested in becoming part of this kooky sociological experiment, you know what to do.
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