Everyone Else Brought a Friend. I Brought a Journal and Pen.

The research is clear: what we write by hand we keep, what we type slides through us. The hand is slow, and the slowness is where the thinking happens. I've built a life on that slowness. A new essay on handwriting, strangers, and being the only visible interior in the room.

See it on suddenjourneys.substack.com ↗