A letter-writer's worst nightmare, or cruel myth?
Saw a thread about someone stuck in a house far from nowhere, wanting to answer pen pals, NO paper.
This gave me the chills.
I instantly got A Complex. And ran around the house touching my notebooks, cards, copy/printer paper, odds and endments, just to reassure myself they were still there.
But what if all this was an urban legend? You know, like alligators in the sewer, black helicopters, or the IRS? So I devised An Experiment. In fact, several. I wrote on all sorts of things, from sticky notes, index cards, backs of envelopes, charity return mailers (some of these are niiiiiice!) brown paper bags to chop stick covers, tea bag papers, and gum wrappers.
You can even sticker or turn inside out those return charity mailers in case you really, truly, don't have envelopes. And don't want to use paper bags.
Empirical evidence showed me the truth. Came to the conclusion that there is no such thing as 'no paper in the house.'
There may indeed and probably is such a thing as 'no NICE paper in the house.' No Tomoe River, no Rhodia, not even Bagasse. Not in my house, of course. But someone's.
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