This. This, this, and more this.
It's amazing and devastating to me how much beauty of experience humanity is being alienated from. Handwriting is an old, maybe even first love of mine that continues to survive and thrive. My earliest, pre-school memories are of wanting it, trying to do it. My Grandmother, whose writing I still have and adore, would write out practice sheets for me, well outside of any school requirement, and there, consequently, I was miles ahead. I practised types of calligraphy for fun as a child and still have all the books I was gifted for Christmas and birthdays with their carefully ruled exercises. Letter writing is still one of my favourite pastimes, and I enjoy receiving them, though much more rare an occurance, just as much. There's an intimacy and demonstrated labour in such a thing, a gift in itself "I was thinking about you, I miss you" and a handwritten letter is indisputable proof of same. And in all of that, even in some innocuous appt where I sign my name or jot a note I am complimented on my handwriting, even when I think it's dreadful from my brain fog or shaky carpal tunnel ridden wrists. But that compliment is mine, I did that thing, it's unique to me, and one of the few I take without questioning its agenda. It's part of who I am, my attention to detail, conscientiousness, practice, a hint at my aesthetics, and the periods of history I learned from. I honestly adore seeing these things peep out from the insides of others through their hands, and wish more people could experience that simple everyday joy of creating with their hands and sharing that with others in mutual appreciation.
Signature moves: are we losing the ability to write by hand?
https://www.theguardian.com/news/2025/jan/21/signature-moves-are-we-losing-the-ability-to-write-by-hand?CMP=share_btn_url
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