An unsigned postcard arrived at my door today. No address... words from far away... drawings cutting the paragraphs like a knife, yet cutting like they meant to. P.S's... P.P.S's blurbs almost forgotten because they didn't fit on the page... yet they were still intended to be there. Is the signature really necessary to convey who its from? Does the name at the bottom of the 3.5x6.5 card really matter? You know who its from without question, the intimacy of the handwriting, the diction, the layout; the card says it all. The choice of stamps, ink smudges, small scribbles of time passing while the author found the right words... How strange a thing is a post card... a supremely personal object with considerable time taken to be right (sometimes not?) sent through possibly the most  impersonal and misunderstood of devices, the United States postal service. Everything about the card asks questions... Why are the stamps dated 2004? Were they saved for the perfect occasion, were they the only ones to be found? Does the picture mean anything, is it just the first one they found? where was it written, how was it written... was it crafted perfectly under a light at a favorite desk or was it scribbled erroneously on the back of a post office box just before it was dropped into the abyss with a sigh of relief? In my opinion the former almost always applies. Postcards are almost always sent because they were intended to be sent... not because they had to be. A post card is a way of showing someone they are cared about, by the most simplest of means... two stamps and a pen.... even from thousands of miles away. You write it and it's sent across the nation and sometimes the world by god knows what machines... only to arrive at your mailbox 4 days later like it was the easiest thing in the world. They are emotional, they are powerful... they can bring a smile to ANYONE'S face.. how could they be forgotten after all these years? Why isn't everyone still using them to tell their stories? How could we as a generation adopt email as our sole means of communication... such an impersonal and robotic means of telling others our thoughts says NOTHING about whats really going on that day...

I guess all I'm saying is I miss them.

all 156 colors baby... full set.

Are back.