Improv/Imitation 1, Week 14

From Franz Wright's "Rorschach Test"

"To tell you the truth I'd have thought it had gone out of us long ago,"
so little writing now, when all else has failed; and shouldn't that be
our biggest, last, most powerful resort, that trailing of words together,
pushing phrases between one another as though only we have that power:
to make great syllables and marked changes in language with only pens
and typewriters. No computers--those are drab and impersonal where we
are concerned; we write our letters to one another, lilting our script in
our personal hand, for our personal words, to express personality to a
long-lost friend, so far gone in the world only the changing seasons of
our languages can reach each other. I do not want your words, I have so
many of my own, so few that seem adequate to express what I find needs
your attention in my own life, my own work, my own personality that dries
without your speech. I wonder where Virginia lays on such a topic, how
her characters--Mrs. Dalloway, especially--might see such a futility
as writing letters to a lost friend, never to see one another again.