"In the pre-Internet age... there came a moment when you turned off the TV or the stereo, or put down the book or magazine... You stopped doing culture and you withdrew — or advanced — into your solitude. You used the phone. You went for a walk. You went to the corner bar for a drink. You made love... You wrote a letter."
A Kindle to my right, a Kindle to my left, and I was reading a book with paper pages from the library. Wrapped in plastic laminate and smelling so stinky/good.
Essays, outbursts and observations (often scribbled on tiny little torn out pieces of paper) and yes, sure, actual, real, published work (which you need to click on to make big enough to read, Mom) from a freelance writer named Lilibet who lives in Los Angeles.