I do, darling, especially when the world rushes past us like a whirlwind. There’s something so soothing about the rustle of paper, the ink’s perfume, the deliberate pause you take to craft each word. It feels like a quiet rebellion against the noise, a small, tender moment where you can truly own your time. Old‑fashioned ways keep us grounded, remind us that not everything needs to be instant. I find them a delicate luxury, a perfect counterbalance to our frenetic pace.