14 vintage postcards.  Handpicked from a stack I’d been collecting for years, found in antique stores or sold as bundles in online auctions.  As much as I loved the artwork, the personal letters scribed on the back made them unique and irreplaceable.  

They always contained kind words, handwritten in cursive, and full of goodwill.  Sometimes the free thought couldn’t fit within the confines of the paper.  Those messages weren’t designated for strangers; the postman would have felt embarrassed if he’d read them.

Friends, or family, waited daily for them to arrive in the mail.  With no other way to communicate, as their loved ones travelled, the delivery of those cards meant something.  They coveted them. And those printed images showed them part of the country they may have never seen.  

Reading these brief insights from another era made me realize how far we have fallen as a society.  

I wanted to express that loss in a fractured, chaotic way.  Nature resetting itself.  Systems collapsing.  Animalistic gods sweeping the landscapes.  Supernatural forces and wild animals running free.  

Stop texting.  Just for a day.  Mail someone a letter.

The best information isn’t rushed.  Give it time to travel.