Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Sins Of Stationery









To: You

Every office memo dreamed of being a love letter. If only it had the words.

18 comments:

Nouri_E said...

And every sword dreamed of being a pen.

audrey said...
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Chop Logik said...

Hah, clever.

joannaeris said...

it's as if you're really writing for me... :)

I love your words.

Anonymous said...

I love it!!! Especially since I really like a coworker right now, and I wish I could talk to him about stuff other than work-related things. :(

Anonymous said...

I feel sorry for memo notes all of a sudden. =x

Anonymous said...

as I read the words you wrote I couldn't speak........

mister postmaaaaan LOL

Marlboro Martini said...

God I love this blog

shay said...

Cute!..I apologise if you dont like your work being reffered to as "cute", its actually beautiful. However, this one piece is both cute and witty, I like your change in perspective. It definitely got me to thinking about memos differently. Although, I can say that my post-its have occasionally served their purpose as love notes =0)

Jen said...

i love your pictures!

Ebony said...

I love this. It is beautiful. And it makes me think and dream and wonder and explore my mind. It makes me see things as bigger than what they are. Thankyou.

PS: Is that the form of stationary you wanted to use?

J said...

is it stationary or stationery? :)

love you, always.

Americanising Desi said...

wow!

Alla said...

so cute.

Rahul said...

thats why i cannot concentrate on work coz i always think of u

Crankyputz said...

Perfect.

Isha Ethera said...

IF ONLY

Anonymous said...

Because of all the millions and millions of words I can write, of all the countless thoughts I can communicate…of all the bullshit in between…of all the lost translations and vague hopes that inevitably cling to the distance between heart and hand and paper…there are only three words standing in the shadows of these lines. The truth can only be seen once there is nothing left to gain from its telling. And I couldn’t bear that the last words you didn’t hear from me weren’t I love you. Because of all the words I say to you, those are the truest.