My Story "Together" Is Online

Dear Elaina, 

 The process of taking a pen in my hand and inscribing paper with ink is becoming less strange, relaxing even. Yet it cannot replace being together. Seeing you. Hearing you. Being reduced to the lowest bandwidth denominator is a frustrating experience, one that my brain tries to reject. I fail to believe that passing paper and ink through the quantum quarantine blanket is any more secure than passing EM waves.