Sunday 16 September 2012

A young Wozzy and a dead bird.

Probably more than ten years ago Wozzy sent me this photo of himself holding a dead bird. It had a message written on the back and I stumbled on it the other day, it made me long for the days when everyone used to send real mail and zines to each other before the internet became so prolific and the first option for talking to friends long distance. There's nothing more personal or sincere than a real world piece of hand written mail, and there's no real reason to stop sending stuff in a real world capacity. I need to write some letters this week.

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