I think it may be something to do with anticipation and surprise. How do you feel when you get a letter in the mail? How does the paper feel in your hand? Can you imagine the penstrokes seeping into the paper, the rhythm of the hand that was writing? How do you open it, and what is inside? Secret, private, protected contents, traveling in their paper case; the ensuing interaction between the sender and the recipient taking place at one remove...
Oh my, handmade Japanese envelopes... {swoon}. Perfection of craft for its own sake... {I can hardly breathe}
image: michael p silva
This is Grandfather's Envelopes, which I stumbled across on Zuihitsu a few months ago. If I'm lucky, eventually I'll track down a copy for myself, In the meantime, just contemplating it keeps my mind all aflutter.
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