we wonder where language goes less and less. for example, it makes us worry to wonder where a letter is on its journey. it makes us nostalgic for places it goes that we have been to. it makes us lonesome to think of it waiting in transit overnight in the back of a dark cold post office it is unfamiliar with. it makes us envious for all the places it will continue to go, for all the involuntary stops it will make. it makes us regretful for not having listened closer when it was here with us young and eager to speak. we have let e-mails save us. now we need not wonder about the journey that language takes because it is a virtually untraceable one. to click send is to let go of our parental concerns. we figure it is someone else's journey now. not ours. not language's.