I watched Chris Rock’s new stand-up special on Netflix, and he does this bit about not having much to say to his spouse when they finally see each other at the end of the day, because she’s basically been “in his pocket” all day - every little thing that happened has already been texted or shared on social media. I’m definitely guilty of that.
This is gonna sound pretentious, but I realized the lost art of letter-writing when I picked up this book of letters written by Van Gogh to his brother. They were so descriptive and intimate. Made me want to sit down and give it a go.