The dream of Nyssa, Ink.
began over 25 years ago in Eugene, Oregon
when I first wrote the words "Nyssa, Ink." down on paper.
I've always been addicted to paper goods...
I still today have the postcards and cards
that I collected and were sent to me since my childhood.
friends from camp.
cute boys I met on vacation.
the friend who moved away.
when I moved away.
postcards of travels.
notes passed in class.
This was a time when correspondence was still always by hand,
whether in writing or by typewriter.
It was a time when messages were communicated directly,
by voice or by written word.
A time when a sentiment was something real you could hold onto.
Something to keep and remember.
Something to treasure.