I miss holding and carrying magazines. Slim publications, with thin, glossy paper, packed with curated articles and illustrations. I love newspapers too; at every hotel breakfast buffet I go to, I make sure to grab one. There is something rustic about it, especially with a cup of coffee, something that feels very early 2000’s romcom, very “…waited ‘til I saw the sun…,” very global village.

Everything’s digital now. I can access everything, but I don’t own anything.