There’s nothing special about email any more. It’s junk – junk mail. A letter sounded special, but when email arrived it was already cursed by truncation, and the sad fact that whatever ended up in an email it was always just a power failure from nothing. Email will always be dwarfish, unsigned and easy to overlook. Emails which are not printed are almost certain never to be inherited: no secret boxes, no tantalising stacks tied with ribbon, no lover’s scent. Look at the world: we keep in touch by email.