Millennials complain that they can't read cursive writing. Does that mean that when they see a California license plate, they don't know what state it's from?
Are they all going to die because they can't find a Walgreens to get their prescriptions?
Maybe people wouldnʼt think the world is flat, if journalists went back to saying “around the world” instead of “across the world.”
When I want to get things off my chest, I bang the words into an old TRS-80 I keep in the closet. I do it in story form.
I’ve found that writing stories is a good way to expend excess mental energy. I’ve written hundreds of stories on that machine. Every month or so, after they’re perfected, I pull out the batteries and the stories disappear forever.
It’s like in the old days when people would write their confessions in letters and throw them in the fireplace, or deliberately mail them to undeliverable addresses.
You used to be able to buy bundles of these letters from the Post Office’s sorting facility’s Dead Letter Office. I don’t think you can anymore. Now they’re probably auctioned off in palettes with other undeliverable to big companies that throw away the letters and sell the wayward packages on Amazon.