this is a private blog for my design students and assorted other survivors. Tro blemakers all
this is a private blog for my design students and assorted other survivors. Tro blemakers all.
this is a private blog for my design students and assorted other survivors. Tro blemakers all.
this is a private blog for my design students and assorted other survivors. Tro blemakers all.

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There once was a time - long long, ago - where people themselves actually used hand tools and touched physical materials. Some of these items were called, pens and paper, people also used, these strange little picturesque rectangular things, called "stamps".

Adventurous souls, desirous of some form of written human contact, might actually, on a sunny day ( there were sunny days too, long ago) walk to something called a "mail box".

Here, they would just leave the letter ( amazing I know..), for apparently, another human called a "postman", would conduct the handwritten letter on forwards, towards its eventual destination.




















Is seems, or so I've been told .... that, ..  as well, once upon a time , ( clearly, must have been well  before Einstein's General Field Theory )  not all time and all space was identical, ..... things and people might be, actually far apart, separated somehow, by time or space, or by fate,  but somehow they acted and somehow they felt,  closer together too ? 

But that was a long time ago, in a far, far distant
galaxy. A place apparently, where people still could remember how to use their hands.