I'll never understand all the hate for email. What's so dreadful about it? Email has become my preferred communication medium.
There are many times I want to share longer, personal stories with friends, and sometimes those evolve into philosophical discussions about human nature. Other times it could be travelogues or lengthy discussions about art, e.g. my friends and I might go to museums and share our experiences over email, listing our favorite works and why.
I suppose I’m nostalgic for the epistolary culture of the Victorian era.
Long-form emails encourage the kind of reflection people once found in diaries and letters. I’m grateful to have found friends who share an appreciation for that virtue, but I consider that more of a miracle than anything else.
There are many times I want to share longer, personal stories with friends, and sometimes those evolve into philosophical discussions about human nature. Other times it could be travelogues or lengthy discussions about art, e.g. my friends and I might go to museums and share our experiences over email, listing our favorite works and why.
I suppose I’m nostalgic for the epistolary culture of the Victorian era. Long-form emails encourage the kind of reflection people once found in diaries and letters. I’m grateful to have found friends who share an appreciation for that virtue, but I consider that more of a miracle than anything else.