This morning as I was walking into my bedroom, I spotted an old composition book sitting on my bookcase. I opened it up to see what had been written in it. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's when I got this crazy idea: what if I wrote in it every single day for a year, and then mail the journal off to a random address. Then I got an even CRAZIER idea: what if a BUNCH of people did this? And then what if all of those people mailed their journals to each other to read? And what if it was completely anonymous, so that every little secret, however mundane, could be laid out for another human being to witness? In this age of instantaneous information and communication, I feel that writing-physically writing-is a lost art. Let's bring it back.
Today, January 2nd 2010, at 8:40 in the morning, the Mail a Journal Project . . . BEGINS!
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