Postcards are both outdated and precious, especially in the age of sending messages through DMs, social media stories, or text.

Once a one-use way to let a friend know you were thinking of them from a far off place, they have become precious in their rarity. A physical image, regardless of what is printed on the front, sent through the mail picks up the marks of its travel, and the marks of the handwriting of the sender.

In the age of increasingly isolation, these postcards became something for me to hold onto.