I am finding it really hard to write letters at the moment, as well as posts for this blog, and all the while the London postal workers are on strike . Perhaps there’s a huge vortex of entropic postal anti-energy swirling around.
When I do send letters, I feel great. I know they won’t arrive just yet (so there’s that time between sending and receiving when you can be happy knowing someone will receive something they didn’t know they would get) and I know when they will arrive, they will be a surprise. A disturbance of the day. Something to remember! To Hold In Your Hands!
So it’s about a feeling, then. But if we know what makes us feel great (sending post to people), why are we so stalled writing letters at the moment? Why are our postal workers on strike but no one’s reporting it in the press? Why do they have to strike in the first place? I think it’s something to do with value. How we value a way of feeling, the nature of surprises.
O, there is such sadness at the heart of Post currently!


Post Letters!