Feeling Analogue in a Digital World

There are some days when I really need a break from the digital. Yes, I appreciate the irony of writing that on a computer and then sending it out to be viewed by strangers on the Internet. But some days I just want to turn my back on the whole thing. I don’t want to see people walking along the street so engrossed in their phones that they miss the swirl of the clouds in the sunrise. I don’t want to see another picture of a friend trying to convince everyone she has big Disney eyes and a flawless face. Especially when her real face, full of her amazing personality, is so much more beautiful. I don’t want to hear someone tell me the post office I walk past every other day isn’t there simply because it isn’t visible in Google.

I don’t want my great-grandchildren to look back at pictures of me and believe that the face seen through the filter was what I really looked like. I want my son to have a box filled with the letters and cards that I sent him at university, not just a few printed out emails and shared content on some obsolete social media. I want to leave behind a physical imprint, not a digital one.
january book sale
This past weekend, after my trip to Torvehallerne to moon over cakes and dream of a life where I have a little cake stall in one of the market halls, I walked through the city and passed a bookshop that had succumbed to the January sales. Obviously I had no choice but to go inside. Now, I was very very good in that I did not buy another notebook and a set of glitter pens. Not even for an iPad Pro would I give up my notebooks, but occasionally I can resist the lure of a new one. I did, however, buy three books for the extreme bargain price of 100DKK. Bearing in mind a single book in Denmark normally costs at least twice that, it was a very good bargain indeed.

As I walked from display to display, shelf to shelf, I knew again and again that I wanted to do that one day. To write something that got put on the shelf or added to that delicious pile that people were feverishly digging through.

A novel.

A novel that someone can pick up and put on the shelf. Not just something they download on their Kindles, tablets or phones. A novel that someone will spill tea on, take to bed when they’re sick, read on a plane one day when they sit next to me. Something left behind that has an impact on someone’s life.

A physical impact.

Not a digital one.

2 thoughts on “Feeling Analogue in a Digital World

  1. My son once asked what I could do with a book that he couldn’t do with his kindle. I grabbed the book and through it at him. Lol. I love the idea of a real book over a digital one any day of the week. And I can’t really say it’s a nostalgia thing because I never liked books before. You can’t hand someone a digital book. You can’t really own a digital book. When you turn it off it becomes code (not words) and it’s gone. It has to be made all over again when you access it again. Not the same thing at all. Great post!

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