Who Needs Letters?

I write letters. Tiny, three sentence letters to people who will hopefully never read them. I wasn't very clear on that in my introductory post, and I apologize if you were expecting me to hipster-angst about Starbucks' new logo or something of that nature. Your money will be refunded at the door.
But anyway, back to letters. I love them, both the typeface alphabet and the actual paragraph-beginning-with-Dear-Soandso. I love the simplicity of handwritten text and the musk of good paper. I love crisp neat lines and swirly signatures.
Maybe I should have been born in the 50s... because now messages are quick, scrawled out on keyboards without the promise of that sweet paper smell at all. And while I also adore this two dimensional wonderland we call the Internet, my desire for more letters is agonizing.
Thus, a reason. I write letters because I want to connect to the people I'll never send them too. I want to insult them, change them, advise them, and help them without ever doing a thing.
Picture gotten? Okay.

I've actually been meaning to write a short letter to Japan for a day or so. They've been through a ton these past few days and I've been sending all the good thoughts and karma I can. So here's to you, Japan.

Dear Japan,
I'm really impressed by you guys. My country is going crazy over the earthquake and resulting tsunami and resulting potential nuclear meltdown and you all have handled this disaster in a calm fashion that the rest of the world should learn from. I am contributing to relief efforts and wish you the best of luck.
Corinne

God that was difficult.