The List
“You sell paper? Who uses paper anymore?”
Tilda tore her attention from the door and focused on the small group gathered back of the expansive, high-ceilinged SoHo loft. A man, tall, heavy, squinted at her in what she assumed was an effort to be charming, but came across as a leer. The man withdrew his cell phone from his pocket and waggled it at her. “I have everything I need here. Paper kills trees, and you have to store it and carry it around.”
“Stationery, actually,” she said, and wo...ndered if she could sneak out to the balcony for a cigarette. “Good quality paper and your handwriting, in ink, on one hundred percent cotton paper, require discipline, self-control, clear thinking, and a fair bit of artistic interpretation. From fonts to apps, that,” she said, nodding at his phone, “is someone else’s artistic vision, even with your customized screen and cover.”
“Handwriting isn’t art,” he objected.MoreLess
Tilda tore her attention from the door and focused on the small group gathered back of the expansive, high-ceilinged SoHo loft. A man, tall, heavy, squinted at her in what she assumed was an effort to be charming, but came across as a leer. The man withdrew his cell phone from his pocket and waggled it at her. “I have everything I need here. Paper kills trees, and you have to store it and carry it around.”
“Stationery, actually,” she said, and wo...ndered if she could sneak out to the balcony for a cigarette. “Good quality paper and your handwriting, in ink, on one hundred percent cotton paper, require discipline, self-control, clear thinking, and a fair bit of artistic interpretation. From fonts to apps, that,” she said, nodding at his phone, “is someone else’s artistic vision, even with your customized screen and cover.”
“Handwriting isn’t art,” he objected.MoreLess
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