Retrofit

In an age, where sharing without giving seems to be the driving theme, I maybe among the minority of selfish exceptions.

I live in a world of postcards, post offices and long mails delivered in squiggly writing, real flowers and printed photographs in hard bound albums, real conversations in real living rooms with people (not just views) I have grown to like, banking with beings that smile because they know me and not because it's their job to, bus journeys that make trips shorter (or longer) when you hear assorted chatter that you can't close windows on- life is a tad less virtue-al  in my island.