Paper gives you that satisfying resistance, the subtle creak of the binding, the way ink bleeds in a curve that feels like a secret. Pixels are clean, but they’re a blank slate—no weight, no scent, no tactile cue that you’re actually holding a memory. If you’re a design junkie, you can dissect an app’s animations and micro‑interactions, but a journal offers a physical narrative thread that never gets lost in a cloud sync. For the nerd in me, I love the precision of a UI grid; for the nostalgic part of me, there’s nothing like the warm feel of a fresh sheet under your fingertips. So yeah, a slick app is efficient, but a journal? It’s a tactile love letter to time.