The Hamlet Project

It is a little bit sad to me that I couldn’t identify the handwriting of my friends I’ve made since the information age began. The ones I knew before I know from their letters, their postcards, their notes.
Each person’s text messages look like every other person’s text messages. Each person’s emails look like every other person’s emails.
But the handwriting of the people I knew before, it’s written indelibly in my memory. If you were to put before me the handwriting of a handful of old friends, I could match them easily.
With new friends, I’d be guessing.