"Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time:
rose picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep.
Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest.
A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark...
I hoard all those letters like treasure.
One day I hope to fasten them end of end in a half-mile steamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of friendship.
It will keep the vultures at bay."
- Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
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